They don't mean their words
words for them are contests of...

The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...

We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand...

hear the duet of
your question and the silence...

From nothing to everything
we are...

It was raining.
Wind was straining...

Tell me something heartfelt and fair.
Tell me something kind...

Look
how inflated I am...

No one is behind these closed doors.
There are no birthday parties...

Where we kiss each other
we are two faces...