She is calm and quiet,
filled with softly beating hearts...

Love,
She says to write it will lose me points...

We had too much class for Marquee on Vegas...
where gray pigeons from the street, painted white...

I listen to a song about mothers and daughters
Hey mama, is this song about you...

Unfasten your mind belt
And your secret place, safe...

I'm sitting upstairs,
more like pooling as cold milk does in a bowl...

Have fun with this one...

That was not all they spoke of her
in rippling recesses of anarchy...

Maybe it's for different minds
of different flocks of feathers, but...

"I don't want to see you miss the chance to...
and I hear the mistakes she's made in a cracking...

She raised them as her single hobby,
Clipping their wings to prevent them from growing...

"Though he be but little, he is fierce.&quot...
He straggled up the wall that kept the enemy out...