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[1st draft]

Jya sought the stars in the bottom of a well
A moonless night of blackened stone and dripping cold

Friendship [19.2.07]

I wanted to cease
To quit
To end.

Bedtime Story

And in the dark -
A hand

Dissonance

He needed to talk, to have things by his chords
And I want melodies that can come without words

Winter 19/2/06

She's smiling at you. You hold hands in the rain.
Later, when the cold is starting to get in your bones,
You cuddle under a tree.