Like a walking fern, you were.
I was talking to you. Why...

It was not a jubilee,
but I had come to pay my debt...

Very scary, I admit?
your vintage...

I will write a very
soft poem for you today...

Not a single word was
written today, watching...

He was not at guilt,
it was the neuro...

This was the rise of animal
after dividing...

Backlash of scars
becomes glamorous...

A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest...

Why ending your life,
on death bar...

Tribal instinct spares none.
You change the script...

The moon at the window
tonight, was like a dreamcatcher...