Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...

Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...

A kiss hit me like a clout
and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...

Could you, at least in silence,
confess you love me back...

they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
they never saw him, they saw themselves...

I dream of myself,
for that is where...

Looking endlessly
into the ending things to...

We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel...

What am I to do when the gladiolus cannot stretch...
this vase of loneliness anymore...

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Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart...

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Just a morning dew can wrap its arm around an...

The anniversary of my fathers departure
Now...