At last
The lightest shove
Alas
The happy cliff.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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September
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- Ye Of Little Faith.
- Only He.
- Haha, I Am The Cake.
- That Madding Crowd.
- This Orbit.
- Punto Final.
- An Afternoon With Jacques.
- Centuries Later...
- Childhood Summers.
- These Slippers.
- September Dragon Flies.
- He's Right Though.
- I Think I Finally Understand...
- I Should Have Been Monumental.
- As A Little Girl...
- Shifting Home Of My Childhood.
- How Does The Wine Taste?
- The Anywhere Room.
- Measure For Measure.
- Atrophy.
- I Make People Leave.
- Bleed If You Must.
- Listless And List-less.
- Random Blah. Really, It's All Blah.
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- Lab Light.
- Crimson Joy!
- That I Love You.
- So You Said.
- Morning Song.
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