These hands could hold a gun
fingers wrapped around the trigger...

You smell of rain
and your skin is...

Baby can't stop thinking about
you quit corrupting...

Something 'vivid'
unforgotten...

Oh
but the comfort...

Street lights
burn my eyes...

Open your eyes
and look north...

A thunderbolt
launched by jupiter...

Nine camels
trumping...

Person 1. attack me
little puppets...

Microscopic bacteria
Clinging...

The yellow envelope
on a shelf in my name...