A hundred pounds bite.
It was a matter of faith...

The tree, the sky, the moon, of
summer prick the eyes...

The rubble was still rising
after the direct hit. The...

Going to shake my inner world.
Inconsolable is the loss...

Tell me about the bluetoothed man,
of his stark naked truth, in toe...

Last night
moon was following me...

Imperishable,
you keep the truth frozen...

I have accepted myself, now.
In incompleteness...

Mind-set of fractured
faith, falters...

Shadows?
were lengthening...

Standing on deathway,
choking back tears...

If hate was becoming an absolute truth
and love was transcending lies...