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The Meadow

The Meadow

There’s a meadow past the village On a hill…where magic swarms You can see it on a summer night When

Feather

Feather

  Glass eyes and porcelain skin Look to her and think of sin Her touch is like a hazy dream

Let Us Bee

Let Us Bee

One of every three bites of food you eat, depends on the honey bee. Buzz kill: if they die…. they

Flowery Dreams

Flowery Dreams

kiss me until i can no longer feel the pull of gravity until i am among the stars then i

Dotted with Love

Dotted with Love

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in

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