Once upon a time, there was a colony of frogs that lived deep in the woods. The…
The clouds swallow up the moonand spit it back out,and the breath of the wildturns cold on my skin.
Along the array of jade little sunshine laidpopping tiny faces of Bambina smileangels with…
Everything you say to me goes in one earAnd then I’ll remember it for eternityIf…
November liquidatesdiminishing returns,its savings spentby a squandering summer.
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