— % & Dear criminal, Yesterday, when you entered my home from the backyard and stole the precious thing kept in my closet, you left a clue for me to arrest you in the prison. You embosomed my skin with the whip and formed the bleeding weal on me. And you unconsciously sucked my tears as if they were the saliva of my downs. You love sketches. So, draw me like them and then hang it on the wall with the screws. I know they will look good on your walls. Fire a bullet so, I could die and you'll be my criminal. And after my death, we'll grow our trees. I'll provide nutrients and you will water them. So, I'm waiting for you to carry my funeral and bury yourself with me in our soil. Your prey, una estrella. Do read the reply by Eunoia Mot tonight.
