healing
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Little Deaths
Silence buys a lot these days,Since our girls were overrun,By time and its dead horses In your mirkwood field of dreams –With a little boy and the little death,Talking to holes in the ground,Footfalls that never makes a sound. Driven under the fallen night,Here for the echo of her crime,No part of me wants to…
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Accused of Being Murdered
Stars falling from my eyes,Giving breath to the wilds,In which two roads become one,And violence meets its answer. As I embark, I draw nearer, From love, to love, with power,There above the waste,Of an angel’s forlorn,I make a home of my centre,Where I grow without you,Where I am a twice a day kind of girl.…
A Fantazien Window 