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...

Deserts are the earth’s thirst—
for you...

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

Art is the deviation from ordinary.
God...

You—
who, in all this noise...

As we breezed
hoisting...

So, in the depthless world
you might no longer be beautiful...

To the 'Like-Minded' Mobs
What you are...