POETRY ON THE BORDER:
You move indifferent seas, and always sing, but you will still be pleased, with this superfluous thing.
Only to read childrens’ books, only to love childish things, throwing away adult things, rising from saddest looks.
Among the worlds, one bright sphere, one star’s name alone I utter, it’s not that to me she’s dear, it’s that I pine among the others.
Kind or evil, you’re out of this nature, Though everyone different tells: For some men you are muse and great rapture, But for me you are torment and hell.
TYPOGRAPHY ON THE BACK: Mermaid kisses
CUSHION INNER PAD: Hollowfibre
TYPOGRAPHY ON THE BACK: You are my poetry
TYPOGRAPHY ON THE BACK: Chaos makes the muse
TYPOGRAPHY ON THE BACK: Love is enough