So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
I think we are in ratsโ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.
The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.