It pains he who walks. It pains he who walks the world. Building sans structure.
Steadfast are their hearts, True campions to lost men. Granted they're broken.
I've done nothing but sit down all day today. Listening to the leaky faucet drip in my bathroom, listening to
“You smoke too much.” Ilene whispered in my ear as she came from behind me and wrapped her arms around
I was taking a stroll along the boardwalk-- the moon was rising in the distance; lovers were passing by, hand
"What Heart have you, when I've no heart at all?" 'A heart that has been blown over by years of
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