The days of affection are dead so sorrows race to take me home.My tears should bid for a…
Search the pit and recesses of your being in a long, spirited quest.Tell me if you ever have virtue or…
I’m a fellow to publicize a much-desiredneed for my soul probes the nooks and…
I’m the utter scantiness of a soul now you’ve picked me apart, spreading me in the pattern…