fairwell pete her name echoes in the night, filling spaces lost between the arms of the lovers. life is filled with comforts, making each day so putrid. heaven smiles upon this world, and all others she can see. the night is a curse, it sucks energy away. perhaps i should wait and see, bt the sleep should be satisfied. such comfort needs to leave me, fairwell. 12april2004 040413 what's it to you? who go blather from