Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are.
Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock.
Get stewed:Books are a load of crap.
On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.
As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.