Liberty at last!
Now that I am dead nothing...

How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...

Years are multiplying.
We celebrate our birthdays...

Years are multiplying!
We celebrate our birthdays...

Death is what my hands are searching in my...
Death is a floating object...

Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...

We all are on death row.
we all are convicted of living...

To receive your own
beauty is to perceive the...

At last
my bloom is withering...

This loneliness is
so boundless because we're all...

Art is the deviation from ordinary.
God...

As we breezed
hoisting...