I Knew You'd Decide To Be All

Then I Thought, "no, I Broke It Myself. I Broke It On Purpose To Pay Myself Back For Being Such A Heel.

The Box Is Only Temporary.

What I Want Back Is What I Was Before The Bed, Before The Knife, Before The Brooch-pin And The Salve Fixed Me In This Parenthesis; Horses Fluent In The Wind, A Place, A Time Gone Out Of Mind.

I May Never Be Happy, But Tonight I Am Content.

The Sheets Grow Heavy As A Lecher's Kiss.