Itches | Wishes | Fishes | Three Weeks | Till When? | Feathering A Nest | Yr Friends
Sweetheart, I love all of you. | You trade it for a prize that caught your careless eyes. I feel nothing. You'll dig your own. In losing eternal things. In breaking strings and rings. O! My darling, haven't you had enough? And now there is no one who calls. And now there is no one to call. | I am feathering a lust-nest thing for our crow family.
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