What’s the use when we deny, what it is we see?
Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
where our hearts used to be is gone
pick its decayed snaggled teeth
dreaming putrid schemes
Time delivers grace in harmony.