Let There Be Seasons So That Our

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

In A Letter (no Matter How Quickly It Is Written Or Honestly Or Freely Or Lovingly) It Is More Possible To Be Loving And Lovable, More Possible To Reach Out And To Take In ... I Feel I Have Somehow Deceived You Into Thinking This Is Really A Human Relationship. It Is A Letter Relationship Between Humans.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

I See Myself As One Would See Another. I Have Been Cut In Two.