"Don't make me, please. What have I done to...
The whispers pester me until I must take my gaze...

You are pondering the smoothness inside
your mouth, thinking all the same there has...

He says he can leave me with
an outlet, a bureau I can imprison...

You are here with me in the tight grooves, where...
find solace for...

I want to carry her with me,
into the soft-spoken night where fears...

A frail bookworm studied the rules of passing
on the solid yellow lines of Whimsworth and Third...

Their portrait just arrived and their smiles
digitally mock me...

There is nothing gentle about this, this...
You can be belong somewhere...

Too many decades, becoming
captive to ourselves...

The frames of two-year-old roses and tulips
are kept laminated yet still they fade...

Battlefields had become the fixed
distance ring between their heartbeats...

He is the lowest, always
squeezing muscle for the...