There is more to clutter than meets the I
24 December 2015

Least
Expect
My lover
To greet a life
Blowing in a dream
Dandelions that prance
Withering in scorching flames
The core’s reduced to nothingness
Fiery wisps descending from the skies
There is more to clutter than meets the I
Forgotten, unkempt strange lullabies
Wane smiles and forced willingness
Smothering burning wings tames
Tango of minds that dance
Requiems supreme
Death in a strife
Fort giver
Reject
Beast
Chinawoman – Show me the Face
Chinawoman – Lovers are Strangers