It is in this solitary place I writehow I fill each and every nightall alone with my quill in handin this quest to one day understand While I again smooth the pageagain get in touch with another agein touch with...

The room was small;There was street graffiti on the wallAnd a bed next to it;They were both on the bedAnd he was on the top of her;To her,It was peculiar with this boy,She couldn’t stop gazing,At the face expressions...