I worshipped dead men for their strength forgetting I was strong.
An evil life is a kind of death.
Whether they give or refuse it delights women just the same to have been...
Many women long for what eludes them and like not what is offered them.
Suppressed grief suffocates it rages within the breast and is forced to...
Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard.
The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP they have run...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...