Like All Bullies, They’re Cowards Underneath The

Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers

I Know Love And Lust Don't Always Keep The Same Company.

You Are So Bizarre, Even For A Human." "thanks.

I’d Noticed That His Eyes Were Black – Coal Black.