Mercy, I Think, Doesn't The Human Race

The Tired Sunsets And The Tired People - It Takes A Lifetime To Die And No Time At All.

There Is Something About Writing Poetry That Brings A Man Close To The Cliff's Edge.

It Was Better For Me When I Could Imagine Greatness In Others, Even If It Wasn't Always There.

I Broke That Town In Half Like A Wooden Match.

I Want To Let Her Know Though That All The Nights Sleeping Beside Her Even The Useless Arguments Were Things Ever Splendid And The Hard Words I Ever Feared To Say Can Now Be Said: I Love You.