C³ – CubexCursedxCurious

I Don’t Know What Moved into My Futon

Where, What, Something

The Antimony of Their Temperatures

At Night, a Mother and a Hugging Pillow

Even If I’m Cursed

Weak, Like a Spherical Glass

Not Reflected in the Eyes of a Seer

Like an Inescapable Curse

The Returnee Seems Somehow Strange

The Fanatic Is Somewhere

The Transcendentals Are Everywhere