Would You Promise To Whelm Me Under The Screw?
Will there be sounds that belong to our fortress?
Have you ever fall into loops with me ?
The flowers desperate to give their best pretense,
In one narrative under the laboratory of life,
Will there be tortoises that give us love?
The sea waves rolling to the shocks,
And the scarification had made us shy,
If . . And if I am someone else,
Would you promise to love me under the leathery eggs?