Scarlet thread the needle twice Stretch, yarn the threaded part Torn, gone, the past behind Run, run, the mind recites. Scarlet thread[...]
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Grey bird on a cold night I shut my windows off, so your feathers flapped in silence Each starry gaze would seem you needed saving Grey[...]
The poem I wrote for you - the words I never said So you asked me what I’d write about you You’d want to know what the words would s[...]
Stranger, the one born in May With dark hair like they led a pride Yea, that stranger with eyes shot red from all the dance trees trigger.[...]