How imprisoning
our liberty seems when we've...

If you are rock hard
you break down until you are...

They all are impatient to unleash their canine...
They are burning to bite, devour...

Was it always this way,
or just my oblivion was the sleigh...

My poetry is not poetry really,
if poetry is doomed...

The golden farms are
collective consciousness of...

We keep on going
for we are not really...

Recognize your own
beauty, by averring the...

_Why clarity reflect us perfectly?
_ Because we are picture perfect...

A kiss hit me like a clout
and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...

they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
they never saw him, they saw themselves...

Whenever
we are losing...