I Have Often Told You Stories About The Way I Lived The Life Of A Drifter Waiting For The Day When I’d Take Your Hand And Sing You Songs Then Maybe You Would Say Come Lay With Me Love Me And …...
She Rinsed Her Mouth With His Blood. The Salty Taste Made Up For All The Bitterness She Had Kept Hidden Beneath Her Tongue All These Years. She Described His Blood As The Slumber In A Cloudy Aftern…...