who knows how many lost lovers there are in existence. We few wander aimlessly in dark hallways, not knowing if those we slip by and those we bump into, in the dark, are other lovers or more of the wandering masses. Wandering masses content in there right, luxury, and inaccuracy. Today I will lay down, silent, in the hope that a lover will trip and fall upon me, and if not I will show her love and make him a lover.

who knows how many lost lovers there are in existence. We few wander aimlessly in dark hallways, not knowing if those we slip by and those we bump into, in the dark, are other lovers or more of the wandering masses. Wandering masses content in there right, luxury, and inaccuracy. Today I will lay down, silent, in the hope that a lover will trip and fall upon me, and if not I will show her love and make him a lover.