Strange days are coming w/ the beauty of an absynthe death Scaly wings soaring through the eyes of Père-Lachaise the[…]
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In Blackwater Woods
Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon[…]
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Fabule
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter, “little prig”: Bun replied, You are[…]
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Nightpiece
Gaunt in gloom The pale stars their torches Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven´s far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring[…]
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Black Oaks
Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary, or even a letter to an old friend, full of[…]
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Landscape
“I whispered, ‘I am too young,’ And then, ‘I am old enough’; Wherefore I threw a penny To find[…]
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Tom’s closing speech in The Glass Menagerie
I didn’t go to the moon, I went much further-for time is the longest distance between two places…” Not long[…]
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