Collaring Mai
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no
I hear the wind among the trees Playing celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some
The owl emerged from her golden cage among the floating cellophane wings of the butterflies. Her captive educed slumber melted
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