The odor brings the
neo-violence, along the fault line...

The flame tree
burns again my house...

Mauve detachment;
I wanted a short placenta...

I am defeated
by myself. My weaponless...

When you shed face
I will wait for your rebirth...

Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass...

Living in a wax palace
and deliberately...

You were different from
others, away from home and hypocrisy...

Distrusting a
sure rise of moon...

Why do I give you the bliss?
of my poverty...

A mysterious nudge
wakes an idea in you...

Black names?
were on list. Bring the...