Al Cor Gentil Ripara Sempre Amore
Love seeks his custody, the gentle heart
poetry
Elegy
Dead, now one with the dreams of withered leaves
The Fountain
Do not call this fountain beautiful.
Trees Picked Clean
Soon now the wind shall pick clean
Words Without Music
My dear, let's make our own sweet-fabled myth,
Sleep Now
Sleep now those hours most once awake
After Meeting my Skeleton
what scars on this sardonic face
Re-evaluation
Last night I walked out into the new moon,
Outside
This is the moment of terror
Lullaby
Rest lightly, dust,
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