Precocity rarely ages well, and I've
entertained the impulse to measure change...

You bring a rain
the likes of this town ain't ever seen...

Fingers mostly on the strength,
she is ripe for a big change...

When her time is up,
stay in Paris writing offers...

You have an appeal to apathy,
bipolar bride don't blush...

I slumbered in gallows
where swampy silhouettes...

Fear is a cruel ruler
that we've opened our doors to willingly...

It's one of those days when
I'm dangling off Earth by a thread...

My heart is an open book
lone in a dusty library...

Discovering new lands,
discovering cures for diseases...

Surrender your skin,
fray the frail dermal wires...

The rain is a living glass disguised
in sheeps clothing as a dew...