1755.

When we are apart
memory tricks me into
forgetting your ills.

1754.

Your absence when it
matters erases all that
time held together.

1753.

This absence of home
offers up the chance for such
a stalwart building.

1752.

Possession is an
idea we keep confusing
for such enslavement.

1751.

How can that skin I
once had inside now be a
a thing left unknown.

1750.

The attention you
give my details should exceed
the point of friction.

1749.

Sacrificing your
heart is its own suicide.
He is not worth death.