When we slept through our
naked loops, there was a silent call...

This kitsch
makes you hollow...

Like the banana peel
thrown on the sidewalk, you...

Ethics of brands will find
out the anatomist...

I would not bend the
truth. A grape in mouth...

I promise
I will not write your...

Fearing the haze of ending
this body does not behave now...

Moving on death trek,
standing near the stonehenge...

Looked downward -
the granite face...

From the ramparts of a castle
a wallflower jumps...

The smile conceals, something.
Does not offer any cue...

Sun breaks
on green lake...