Let me write a signature
theme, without cubic...

A breast bomb,
makes a sudden lunge...

At dusk, I will smear
your lips to color the moons...

Your roses drink the
sun in dewy dawn. I catch the...

A danger looms
large, permeating in...

Whoso stills the
thunder, it was difficult...

I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past...

Not begging,
for a native dream...

Nothing to put in
words. You had placed...

Now I am used to
betrayals...

Your theme will
not endure the momentous...

This attitude rattles
me. Silence has...