Do not unveil the
wound of errors...

Your theme will
not endure the momentous...

At life closing,
were you in peace...

I am, because
you are not there...

Sitting on a white
rose, the miniature god...

Will you break the
golden triangle, one day...

Home coming
was not true. A character...

I am scared.
You are becoming human...

The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea...

The freckles were
appearing on the face...

Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach...

Blast of horny
words comes from sideways...