FLIGHTS OF FANCY Her flights of fancy; delicate and intricate, all a drowning fantasy. |
GARDEN A bright love attracted a dangerous beauty in the garden of my heart. |
GRIT It was the west, and she would be won; yet not without a battle. Her fight was strong, arm of brass and steel, molten as they flew. She grinds the gears, locks her heart and falls into abandon. |
NEVERLOST Our strength fadedoff, Our souls flickeredout; In the end, Our love was neverlost. |
WE HAD SOMETHING We were together, through thick and thin. Trite as it sounds, we were still happy. What happened? What changed? In the end, we have the memory. Our Home. Our Shelter. |
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