The Vineyard of She

She O She was hungry for love O she jealously; cutting off for no god damn reason makes She bleed dark hair lovely as a horse mane death is become of her since man's shame O Beloved! how wrong of you to cut it off for its written for she and hymns to be written in songs ointment can only tell how the walk is far "should I bake bread by the apple tree or see a heaven which always loves me?" The Vineyard of She