Published on Sun, 6th Jul 2025 at 22:35
My heart must be a bird, for I have seen it fly away. Immortal, is my fantasy, yet still too far today. Fallen boughs upon the knoll, so nowhere is safe to land? what of me remains to stand, in the hope that she will return ...
The Drought
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Hollow Dreams
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What Game Do True Lovers Have?
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The Summit
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Oh Tempest!
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Horsemen
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I Must Be Down by the Sea Again
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The Tree and All Her Dreams
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Peonies Suffice
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We Outgrew Our Hearts
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Apologies!
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