Como tus labios, pruebo la diferencia
entre una orquesta del mar y una tierra...

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

I will be the last one standing;
You didn't realize my mind was the...

I am an ebon starling, I have yet to grow
to mother's size, yet streaks of an...

My mind is an idealist.
I know I was born to be that way...

I called you a legend upon Fall,
how you trumpeted against frost...

Washed out, agonizing to be a glass bottle instead...
you concern yourself with to be crumpled; I'm...

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

I troop past beer-and-sandle
stars, hoping to escalade...

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How can I hold wintertime as you...

I picked up the newspaper today,
not foreseeing anything about ink...

If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...