Garden is the taste of honey.
Garden is a symphony...

Parallels:
creator and createe...

Sometimes, in the getaway of how
You've become a hero...

I am sickened by this crowd—
those who lost their Christmas...

It was a song—
that reminded me...

If I have come in dress thou hast garmented for...
I would have found thy garment, not thee...

In the merchant world,
love is the most bankrupting...

They all are gone
but their souls...

Dark hair
white teeth...

Life is in tears when you lose a friend,
like an empty path along the pine trees...

Alas my dear
I am still the Ozymandias...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...