1713.

If only people
were as replaceable as
hearts try to pretend.

1712.

I have never tried
to cut you from my skin and
yet you are still scarred.

1711.

Loneliness is a
persistent disease from which
we are all dying.

1710.

Sometimes my heart seems
more of an extremity
than any limb could.

1709.

Everyone seeking
the new happiness without
noting the sheen's wear.

1708.

I would rather think
of my bones dancing and soul
drunk in life's full love.

1707.

Why must even the
idea of heaven fall to
such banal clutches?