Tag: stone

To see how black I was
She buttoned her coat and left the drugstore
At this moment they are supremely vulnerable
Hotel rooms are not sanctuaries
Why don’t you tell me all about it?
His fine hands have found each other
Strips of dew hover over the palace lawns
Suddenly the pickup bell rings
The sun was lowering over the blue range to the west
I hear you had kind of a strange halloween
The train no longer registers on any timetables
Where’s my dog?
I’m having trouble with the first sentence
They have their own language
On the horizon was a ship
It had a faint Australian accent
It is not night when I do see your face
I used to find myself daydreaming
I know a vulture with a conscience
It didn’t add up to much of a life
Life is a long way
I’m too young to be tattooed
I needed my skateboard
And he stood in the blast