If you want to be her lover
you must worshiper the truth...

Rather than guarding
his own life, unleashes the...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

-“You have deflowered all the blooms in the...
You deserve to be dead...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

The true love is when
one love something for itself...

Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

To my bloom:
I would love to dip my nose forever in your petals...

Running into it,
as running away from it...

Here, is everywhere.
But out there, here is out there...