Fly aghast, succumb to joy; Nor fetter those waxen feathers, Nor below look at fires spit in yore, Nor chisel…
Burn a Petal
Don't let it get to you, dear; It is but only fear; Let the past swim by you fair These…
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And given task at hand but fingers thimble there undertake, Breathes the paper and the ink, soon shall be ash…
Darkness for poison
Will you in my finest wine respect the light, And from whence the colours blind the eyes glow, Dresses in…
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