She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

-“You have deflowered all the blooms in the...
You deserve to be dead...

Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

Being innocent
is the most punishable...

Life was fairytale
prior to my father’s death...

There is just personal death
and collective continuum...

Dark hair
white teeth...

Write them on the sand
Don't carve your words on the rocks...

He remembered hearing a song coming from the...
He recalled he had always heard the song, though...

I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...