My heart/ is whatever temperature a heart is/ in a man who doesn't believe in heaven. Bob Hicok More Quotes by Bob Hicok More Quotes From Bob Hicok Furiously and gorgeously write your ass off. Bob Hicok ass writing I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snow Bob Hicok air somewhere-else fall The dead have no ears, no answering machines that we know of, still we call. Bob Hicok machines ears grieving Here, when I say I never want to be without you, Bob Hicok somewhere-else mistake hands I love how intimate I've become with failure. Bob Hicok intimate
