In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...

I know you all by now
must have seen how vulnerable I am...

The lines are clear though
you can't see for you've crossed the...

Hey little bird, hey little bird,
are you as hurt as my heart...

liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

She cried for a little gingerbread
because its arm was missing...

This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...

The only lone tree
in citrus garden is the...

If loneliness were a flower,
it would bloom—only to fade...

You don't even know
why you need one if you lack...

Do I reminisce,
or is this only one of...

As soon as you think
you've found the final answer...