after the age of tolerationni looked about for the damagenanother time i guess nothing happenednanother time i heard our children cryingnit turned out to be on the TVnwe collect bones in the summerni sometimes find them strewn amongst the flowersnnnothing makesnsense i guessnanother kissnof sensualnnullitynforevernand evernit's overnno' how the colours fill my eyelidsni still cannot understand your languageneven as the water left me breathlessna sinking ship i knowna sunken ship, though, nonforever just goes downnwe practiced and we gave outna blinking sofa maidndied before she madenthe cuts over her armsnspell out her discontentmentnmy thread goes on and onnand never finds an endnand in the end we endnand somebody gets paidnwell black river flownour children have left homenit doesn't bear to thinknwho will clear their throatsnnspare a moment for thisnspare a memory lestni forget i lived it