At the fall of the star through the cool black night Tears spring to your eyes and your heart ta... At the fall of the star through the cool black night Tears spring to your ey...

A bird bound by edges A bird bound by edges

Dedicated to everyone who wonders if I'm writing about them. I am.  Dedicated to everyone who wonders if I'm writing about them. I am. 

Stand I beside an oriel window – poems of Keats and words worthy of this hour with me my only compan... Stand I beside an oriel window – poems of Keats and words worthy of this hour wi...

Dreaded memories bounding me in chains Dwelling on the well of lies Dreaded memories bounding me in chains Dwelling on the well of lies

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