Poppies has died, no one who should be evoked, only an magick circle are left.
To grip a bone tightly, to forget and see this scene, when we are apes.
Be in an ecstasy by india ink, to see it again, in brilliant coloring psychedelically.
12 colored pencils with her, only the flesh‐colored, shorten has been.
Along this road, to forget to sing his songs, how about a canary what we should do.