Still Life
The winter mill will not return this often
poetry
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Only the subtle things
Spring's Coronation
From Nature's hand
Day and Night at Wegesegum
Sunrise
Nightmare
There is a fear that follows me forever
Untitled
Morality is chill
The Flavour of Now
Prescriptive as a doctor
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The loneliness that wrapped her round
Rain
The rain beats into the gloom of my thoughts
The Blood of the Lamb
The dark tide of dream that flows
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