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the bottom of drawers/that are in an old house/lined with wrapping paper/grandfather clocks/next to mahogany and peony/wet trees and moss/earthy tones/melted marshmallow/fancy perfume/that comes in a/glass bottle(s)/feather quills/ink/old books an

kssh/bump/you need to/

keep your head low/smoke and ash/

and oil/factories and steam/with bright lights/

dead patrol/in Hades's town/first a girl/with a red flower/then a boy/with a lyre/then a deal/then a sad/sad song.

For a businesswoman, she is very kind. She is the winter giving her hand to autumn as they trade places. Autumn stands back and watches Winter do her work, covering Autumn's leaves and grass until everything is white, white, white.

i've always loved the smell of paper

and i get to decide where everything gets to go.

when i hear a sound

i'd rather see what it is 

than cower and wonder 

what it could be.

for a tortoise, i think i beat the hare. he ran from everything yet always won. whether it was to give up friends or to just be right. now i pass him as he naps on the side of the road. i need a nap too, though.

the frost on the window

spreads like wings on a bird

my hand cools

as the warmth melts the fog away

the rare gift of marks

if anything

marks aren't made enough

at least not for good

i draw