To Write About Someone Like Myself Would

It's An Odd State To Be In, Blowing The Whistle On Your Home Country.

I Want To Die On Your Chest But Not Yet She Wrote Sometime In The 13th Century Of Our Love

How Does This Happen? To Fall In Love And Be Disassembled.

A Man In A Desert Can Hold Absence In His Cupped Hands, Knowing It Is Something That Feeds Him More Than Water.

Come. We Must Go Deeper With No Justice And No Jokes.