Your Bone Is Not To Mine By Alex Grutzkuhn
Desolation of love, Barren of landscape. Neigh of opportunity, Cold of forgiveness. It cannot be. Why must it be this way? But it must be this way. And it shall. For as long as we are, It is to be. It should not end, Nor shall it end. Like man and woman bound, Like child … More Your Bone Is Not To Mine By Alex Grutzkuhn