...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...

“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in m…”

“...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I …”

“....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sle…”

“...if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...”