I fall to valuable words,
Slowly plagiarizing cries and smiles
And looking dizzy around my knees.
Naturally blushed with drunken worth,
Fifteen happy poems were easily dreamt
Of him like those life and death people.

Our big lives died of passion.
Our time ripping through time,
And the sun reproducing dawn.
I am a garbage dream thief and
The words have told me how to steal.