I will keep on
looking back, when you would...

Sometimes you want to
walk to the gallows...

I paint the day
for you, for the last rites...

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

Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I...

Keep your persona
blessed. I miss you...

Becoming fiercly personal
with no physical contact...

My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you...

You had placed floating
garden on the crest...

Very scary, I admit?
your vintage...

Were very hot, trembling thighs
like in frying pan, you sizzled...

A fathomless abyss,
you feel the power of wordless going...