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The sparrow
Upon my windowsill, this window by the door--a bright sparrow sat, his eyes trained onthe floor
Beside him, then, the curtains billowed from their perch, joining his eyes by the sill, peering over -
I catch the lark
I catch the lark within the day
It curves my neck toward the sky
I slip my fingers 'round its neck,
a looming figure, these of angered while
I shall be reciting these without respite, a turning of will -
The corners of the sky were white
The corners of the sky were white—the center of them blue
I curled my fingers ‘round the edges and bled frost inside them, too
I watched the sun disappear behind great walls of fog— -
Kisses
I am, as they say, a romantic. I visualize such things in my head constantly, flowers and slow dances and nights spent beneath the glow of one hundred million stars. -
The Will of the Wind, Part 4
There were many things that Jax had managed to carry herself through--coming back from the dead chief among them--but she had not found a reason to prepare herself for the surprise of seeing a man on the battlefield--on the contrary, her entire bo
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The setting sun paints the sky a velvet pink--
The setting sun paints the sky a velvet pink--
delicate, so close my palms sweat with their
phantom warmth
Warmth, for the clouds are red,
and these days are short