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“The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displace as the breeze fluttered by. In the firelight, it was golden like the dand...”
“Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?”
“There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions.”
“Knowing even as I craved permanence in New York City, that would never come to pass. The pair of us would live for as long as we could. As well as well could. That was all. Then we'd blow away like...”
