it's hard to find
if you forgot
what you're looking for

Dillo Fenderson

the sight
of snow
makes me tired

Asuguo

my blood cells
are reconquering
my toes

Asuguo

Schrei mir nicht
mitten ins Ohr,
nur an den Rand

Dillo Fenderson

the cat can choose
where to become
white

Dillo Fenderson

the wind probably
didn't buy a ticket
for the tram

Asuguo

hearing what first i
only saw in writing makes the
evil more apparent

Asuguo

with every page
the similarities get
lesser and lesser

Asuguo

the city
ends past
the horizon

Asuguo

we caught
the last train
at 8am

Dillo Fenderson