The Frost Makes A Flower, The Dew

I Am Still So Naïve; I Know Pretty Much What I Like And Dislike; But Please, Don’t Ask Me Who I Am. A Passionate, Fragmentary Girl, Maybe?

I Wanted Change And Excitement And To Shoot Off In All Directions Myself, Like The Colored Arrows From A Fourth Of July Rocket.

Your Body Hurts Me As The World Hurts God

I Knew You'd Decide To Be All Right Again.

Kiss Me And You Will See How Important I Am.