… for now, the morns are meeker than they were …
… and the crows above the forest call; tomorrow they may form and go …
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borrowed fields
this, and my dreams, are all i bring
for i, being poor, know naught else to do
pillowtalk
I’m sleepy! What are you?
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in between the lines
emily, i am tired —
emily, what shall i write?