You stare at the laundry,
touch the walls...

I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...

Imagine a crocodile,
atrociously, devouring...

Yesterday,
a news reporter...

The curtains took care
of the obtrusive sunrise that crawled...

I want to know all of the stars,
denote them with wishes only you...

I don't like myself that much.
162 centimeters of flaws...

all eyes were on
that sorceress wearing...

repeat it
until you believe it...

On the way back home, I crack
my memory open to rehearse the stories...

One day I'll wake up from
a deep sound sleep, stretch in my bed...

I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...