Yes i can't deny the worn out and truthful, if it's picturesque - though    it's just a saying, not useful - resolve that great chain of aging and    fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it    was nothing - i don't know if she even lives, but you: - and i never was in    need of touch unless it would come through my heart's shape - not like they    who say it in today's fashion - now you know what's going on with me -    trying to steal the light - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air -    i'm still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year - with    a curtain of smoke - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - the    welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers