You went tounveil your own
statue, before being shot...

Colored truth,
becomes a hot balloon...

Like a walking fern, you were.
I was talking to you. Why...

It was not a jubilee,
but I had come to pay my debt...

Very scary, I admit?
your vintage...

I will write a very
soft poem for you today...

Not a single word was
written today, watching...

He was not at guilt,
it was the neuro...

This was the rise of animal
after dividing...

Backlash of scars
becomes glamorous...

A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest...

Why ending your life,
on death bar...