"The mind is its own place" John Milton, Paradise Lost Best told in person if there was one the sun has gone into a bed of gray the...

Yet they shall fade while I remain by grace of early pain detective in the silence of the friends hard-boiled by a long-haul sun I...

How Was I 1 They Hover In The Air Like Ghosts They hover in the air like ghosts sorry figures shielding off a corpse I am a learned poet...