Oh, I can't say what qualifies as pain. So transfixed by the wavering flame. Mortal kings of each grade and grain erased. Oh, I'm blessed. . The slant may rain, knows my door.
Remind myself, myself long ago. 'Fore drive, 'fore I could vote. All the time holding a grudge. 'Fore I knew people could die just because. Shaft in a sling, head for the bus.