La Doesn't Have The Heart Of A

I Hung Up. It Was A Good Start, But It Didn’t Go Far Enough. I Ought To Have Locked The Door And Hidden Under The Desk.

She Was The Music Heard Faintly On The Edge Of Sound.

I Was As Hollow And Empty As The Spaces Between Stars.

Everything Written With Vitality Expresses That Vitality: There Are No Dull Subjects, Only Dull Minds.

Could She *be* Anymore Out Of My League?