brave enough to hold the nutcracker's dream
in a simple untouchable hand I'm not sure whose hand this spring
stands so close to my dead rectangle of no fear am I a wrinkle
of dust as dark as I can't long anymore for spanish seas
voice of the third arm
conceived no matter how

time
definition of time on your white
castle
nobody will believe me I already know that my horse was cut
in a prison of pale thoughts
I'll buy some kind of beauty to cry for it

this scream is safe
worm
in my mouth