O poezie scrisa in cam aceeasi perioada, intre chimie si biologie, la sfarsitul caietului de istorie.

blink once
if your heart is pounding
when my fingertips
beg for attention

blink twice if you ever heard
of a dying man
pretending to be without ache
just so he can use his
fingertips for a second

adaugire dupa cateva saptamani:

or maybe
you could just
stop rolling your eyes for a moment
that would be fucking great!