Neither Oxford nor Webster shall refine At ease but droll a sight as this: Who would move and who would…
By blood and poison
And then I'll return from when I hence, Leave me behind I'm only shadow past, Slower I breathe your name…
An hour
I have an hour, Tis purely an hour, I shall pass through, But never yearning; As the night barks, And…
By the sea
She was standing by the sea letting the waves touch her, Those feet that feel the cold water gush inward…
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