Innocence
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers
Sand for all your absent lovers things
Sheepish wolves
Looking lived in eating buttons
Wink, just don´t put your teeht on me
Accidents
Let the evening in the backdoor
Filled the room ceiling to the floor
Beat backbones
Grazed the poem and made it strange
I wasn´t born to be a skeleton
Go on
Grab your hat and fatch a camera
Go on, film the world before it happens
Jealous orchard
The sky is falling off the ceiling
While I´m tucking fibs into a cookie jar
Bombed reverie
It´s useless searching in a cupboards
When everything you have is on your back
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