Don't Bite Till You Know

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

Let There Be Seasons So That Our Tongues Will Be Rich In Asparagus And Limes.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.

The Snow Has Quietness In It; No Songs, No Smells, No Shouts Or Traffic. When I Speak My Own Voice Shocks Me.