the overt pulchritude of her finesse the domineering despondency that lies beneath is vanquished by the morning light, a love a sussurus of secretive honesty, i confess my hearts deepest vows to life to death, to a surplice of the modern man, make me music! make me love! make me human! have you found the gilded key newton briggs? for i fear a great sorrow is upon is, the death of man the demise of a modern paradox for, praytell the very hour at which you fell victim to the beauty of her intoxicating vigor. it was the very day that i realized when i did not talk to her i was so utterly composed to destruction. a symphont, i wear colonge for the queen in the mnidwest