You have choices, all kinds of arson to commit. I mean, you’ve gotta burn the old for the new to grow, and I want
i. The nautilus goes ‘round. I am not inside the violet’s reclining head. ii. A tied blue bed. This may be how Poe slept.
I. Through the telescope scientists stare at the sun as it was eight minutes ago. II. What scares her most is what she cannot