Let There Be Seasons So That Our

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

All Who Love Have Lied.

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

As It Has Been Said: Love And A Cough Cannot Be Concealed. Even A Small Cough. Even A Small Love.