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not knowing the comfort I am not rotten into anything Do not mistake this for loneliness, birds flock from

It is better to be a frog than a girl. Daucus carota In the schoolyard red berries fell from trees which could not be eaten.

Bound to a basement beneath the earth but cursed to know that on the land is mother maiden stranded thinking

give a 1966 Irish half-crown as payment, The horse and harp faces streaked gray against former silver From the years of travel in my back left pocket.

See the Sheela Na Gig in the buff Sitting crouched on its gate outside Looking so tired and so sore From

Asterion felt the boy’s empty back, wondering if this was another human joke, the meaning kept from him

My love having sprung from me unplanned, I cannot say where you and I will stand.

With no options left, he followed the sound. He followed the sound for what felt like months.

taxi cabs carrying strangers to distant places, in broken lines of beaten asphalt, in poles erected from

I know you hide from me But sometimes I wish you stood next to me Wrapped your arms around me I want

Now that the light is fad i n g the south stares from across the earth.

I’ve seen multiple people from my childhood pass on already and I'm not yet 21.