A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see:
far away, one might glimpse
a wandering soul
a little fox,
fur white as the snow
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek
he wanders through the land
alone
but not lonely.
Alone But Not Lonely
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Greek Tragedies
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it. -
Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows, -
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