I'm told that time
conspires against...
How I dream of nights like these,
when I knew nothing that was...
Delirium
is my abysmal...
He lays freely
on his side...
I dreamed of you last night,
regrettably...
I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...
I want a man who won't laugh
when I play him his own melody...
I've been told
that it only takes approximately...
Dearest Peanut Butter,
what have you done to my lips...
Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...
I can barely watch you stand
without my heart aching...
I ponder to my mother loudly,
over the pulse of the steel blender...