Little pile of dust,
city falling down somewhere...

Strong arms wrapped around a slender waist,
living like we always said we would...

Little ghost girl floats along,
crying tears of shame on these joyous days...

Little girl
dry your eyes...

A little girl
lost in a big world...

Welcome to the wonderland
where everything is broke...

Seventeen years of washing a window
with the grey sunshine tears from her eyes...

Little insomniac of a poet,
do your pretty tricks...

Little red stars
twinking...

Little tic-tac-toe board
with bitter high stakes...

You told me shoot you
and it is something...

There's this lovely box,
carved ivory and golden lines...