When the very soul dies,
death does not need a label...

Press the panic -
button...

Will ask hibiscus?
in twilight, to let moth...

You have to spell it out.
Where the sun sets...

Wearing the red bandanna,
you tried to manipulate the bedrock...

I wanted to talk
in between words. The sage...

A saddened rain dropp
strikes me at the face...

In the dim corridors
of a dirty game...

Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist...

Why, why we keep on
weighing each other...

Put me through the
french knots. I am...

Another woman
sits on rose hips...