charmless
and the fingers you used to glorify
god
the girl too pure she has nothing to do with sin-
you keep your ****** tight
****** of a moth
it rained light
senseless
and the poets who wear bright yellow coats
exploited
her head hurts when she reads the papers
'don't make me black and white'
****** of a toad
tires and holey road
bricks and cinnamon
****** mocha (a coffee shop)
frightless
a battlefield so full of itself
grand humiliation of oneself
hundreds of bravas, bunch of roses-
venomous thorns
powerless