We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...

All the world suffers
your discords till the music...

There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...

A poem is the
iteration of every...

How wearing the patience of vultures is
in the desert of people's eyes...

Like waves
that retreat and climb...

Why don’t you embrace me as me,
as who I am...

These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...

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

I love and you leave
and then I leave, and you love...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...