They Will Love Me For That Which

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

Death Is My Lover And He Wants To Move In.

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I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.