Signing off

Lots off love

Oh,devour.

Ode to annoy

See your dilator

See your tune.

See your moons.

See your plater

Yours wincerely… ouch

Yours fadingly

Forever lined.

Buy,buy!

How’s your shoe?

How’s your heartless murmur?

He loved my sins and tumour.

I write my own ruins.

God be with you

With blots on love.

Sans theorie,alors.