Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.


Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.

When you are Apartment hunting, Who is hunting You?


An agreement of A meeting for Will cut the Every bond To build its wall Without a door And open […]

You need to go, And so will I.

At the water’s hill, Is a quarry in a query Up the will, Until the objects Of rendition, Has acquired […]

On the lark to salvation, Reaches for the line Of lowered administration, Of admonition and surrender To a furor for […]

Wander into the rising ache, That dictates a mint On the purchase of their mistake, As an open exit to […]

So to that wording, Has warmed them Into a mission, Without a target Or restriction.

Ends of dependence, Are that remote Remorse, For those alone.