I am an ebon starling, I have yet to grow
to mother's size, yet streaks of an...

My mind is an idealist.
I know I was born to be that way...

I called you a legend upon Fall,
how you trumpeted against frost...

Washed out, agonizing to be a glass bottle instead...
you concern yourself with to be crumpled; I'm...

These tiny cookies are the art from which
I taste another side of you, never crossed...

I troop past beer-and-sandle
stars, hoping to escalade...

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How can I hold wintertime as you...

I picked up the newspaper today,
not foreseeing anything about ink...

If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...

Today, I dreamed a romance while riding along
the country roads of a township I had never...

"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this&quot...

August rushes back and forth. The land
brought to this blonde haired boy is unfamiliar...