Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.
Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
Somebody who should have been born is gone.
Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.
Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.