Let's not go there
I know where
That comes from
Frisson, frisson
...
When this runs itself out
And we can step out
Once again without a mask
What would it be like
...
The mirror has its bad days
It doesn't want to remember,
The good days it wants more of
When it has been praised
...
A smiley moon greets us
When we step out on the roof
To resume our evening walk
The lone bat is out from its hangout
...
I've not seen for long, the sun rise
Like this, before my sleepy eyes
I had almost forgotten
It could be as red or as swollen
...
Where did this vein begin?
Was it after watching
The leaf
Shaped like a swordfish
...
Like the Van Gogh scene
In 'Dreams'
I took the road
In 'Playground'*
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