Well, that was the end of a good three-month run of...
We have kissed Connected, killed Affectionately Dowsed and drown Suspicion A...
What have I lost I never had Past the point of...
Hidden surprises Under pillows in fancy boxes Gifts from the motherland...
Sweet young birds you are Or butterflies Tasting the nectar of...
My self is Foreign to me now How I wish that...
Matters; it was money matters Far from madness, yes? Centipede orchards...
Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
A wounded solider watches over Four graveless headstones Generations of family...
Now I lay my head to rest My weary bones put...