and our children eat the bread baked from flour we grind from your bones

held the hand of my lover until it hurt

deepening the bright hope of bleak, depleted hearts, you hearken not the herald but the poet.

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Oh my lord! The new year brings new music. Ladies and gentlemen please be looking for 2 new projects: A solo EP and a sultry en

The Gentlemen have vacated Main St. The Ladies followed them.

Acquiesce and defend as a washed stone's cold smoothness can soothe and bruise

Petting your face singing, wraps you closer. Lays you in your bassinet to sleep again.

a slow song has got a weight to bring you down