How Many People Ask You To Come

A Cliche Is Everything You've Ever Heard Of.

My Hatred Gives Me Strength.

Don't Turn Over The Rocks If You Don't Want To See The Pale Creatures Who Live Under Them.

Dawn Tinted The Darkness Like Water Ink.

She Wanted To Wake Up Like Dorothy And See Michael's Face Peering Over The Side Of The Bed, Laughing. Why, You Just Hit Your Head. But It Was Not A Dream And There Was No Kansas And He Was Never Coming Back.