I wish the nights were longer,
and hours would run by...

You are approaching
in measures that cannot be mimicked...

Less than twelve hours
until the week makes itself...

You said the April sun
would breathe us closer...

I've been told
that it only takes approximately...

You've imprisoned others
with your seas of anger...

These tiny cookies are the art from which
I taste another side of you, never crossed...

You are these statistics I'm trying
to formulate, but no calculator or histogram...

Snow's intimacy-
Vapor pooling onto script...

Rest easy, sigh no more,
when you come to a place you don't know...

I am frightened for the ones
who leap onto faith but don't...

This is the worst suffering I could possibly...
it goes beyond anything I have ever seen with my...