The Worst Mistake I Made

I Could I Trust Starve Like A Gentleman. It's Listed As Part Of The Poetic Training, You Know.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains.

The Curse Of Me And My Nation Is That We Always Think Things Can Be Bettered By Immediate Action Of Some Sort, Any Sort Rather Than No Sort.

The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me For Here Was Love, Was Not To Be Drowned Out. And Here Desire, Not To Be Kissed Away. The Eyes Of This Dead Lady Speak To Me.

Glance Is The Enemy Of Vision.