The twin blasts and
lip-syncing was...

A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced...

The town was
fissured...

I say to myself, why did not you learn
the ways of life...

In a sneaky way
I liked to distrust him...

Where will you go?
I am not accepting...

When you predict
your end, I sell myself...

Like canary
you flew into my arms...

Like a butterfly pinned
in a collage, fluttering...

Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight...

This was
a catastrophic state...

A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry...