Unlove's The Heavenless Hell And The Homeless

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One

What If A Much Of A Which Of A Wind Gives The Truth To Summer's Lie; Bloodies With Dizzying Leaves The Sun And Yanks Immortal Stars Awry?

To Destroy Is Always The First Step In Any Creation.

You Shall Above All Things Be Glad And Young.

I Will Take The Sun In My Mouth And Leap Into The Ripe Air Alive With Closed Eyes To Dash Against Darkness