If Sinners Where So Unhappy,

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.

Here, Here Is My Dark World. You Carry It For A Change. Im Out

Find Someone Who Will Tremble For Your Touch, Someone Whose Fingers Are A Poem.

She Should Think About Her Own Soul, What She Was Going To Do With This Funky Tattered Pond Dank Item. Dark And Stained, A Ruined Thing.

One Can Bear Anything. The Pain We Cannot Bear Will Kill Us Outright.