Your arms are like soft woollen blankets Shielding my soul from the chill of each day Your smile frees the cloud from the greyest of skies Your aide...
Being collectives overrated Solo has its favoured side No one to pilfer morning socks Oppose, collaborate, deride Your bathrooms as you leave it Your...
As summer swells a fertile land And cobalt skies, to image blind An icy wasteland vow's command The winters of my mind Bitter breezes stay the bones...