For Love - I Would Split Open

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.

Form Is Never More Than An Extension Of Content.

Hopefully, I Write What I Don't Know.

What Has Happened Makes The World. Live On The Edge, Looking.

Moon, Moon, When You Leave Me Alone All The Darkness Is An Utter Blackness, A Pit Of Fear, A Stench, Hands Unreasonable Never To Touch. But I Love You. Do You Love Me. What To Say When You See Me.