Love Could Never Bloom In A Concrete

Here, Here Is My Dark World. You Carry It For A Change. Im Out

Who Are You? The Band Sang. I Tried To Remember But I Really Couldn't Say.

That Was What She Really Wanted. To Forget So Thoroughly She'd Never Have Another Memory Again, The Bitter So Bitter You Gave Up The Sweet.

I Imagined My Soul Taking In These Words Like Silicated Water In The Petrified Forest, Turning My Wood To Patterned Agate. I Liked It When My Mother Shaped Me This Way. I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.

My Loneliness Tasted Like Pennies.