Birds Are Settling Down For The Night,

As Coal Pressured Into Pearls By Our Weighty Existence. Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

I Realize Only One Person Will Be Damaged Beyond Repair If Peeta Dies. Me.

I Wonder If Effie Will Still Be Wearing That Silly Pink Wig, Or Is She'll Be Sporting Some Other Unnatural Color Especially For The Victor Tour.

Don't Let Him Take You From Me.

I'm Running On Hate. When The Energy From That Ebbs I'll Be Worthless.