Lovers May Come And Go, There Was

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.

The Whole White World Is Ours.

Think Of The Moment You Count Most Foul In Your Life; Conjure It, Supplicate, Pray To It; Your Face Is Bleak, You Retract, You Dare Not Remember It.