Once upon a time there was a prince Or was it a dragon? I don’t remember. This is what happens when you find yourself in the wrong story.
If i only had nine minutes left With you would we spend them talking And would there be anything Left to say after all This time or would words Be...
These are the waning moon days, not honey but vinegar, the winding down days, apportioning days, disassembling days. What once was ours, now simply...