What curse have you put on my pen!

But always now, I write your name.

On feeling the sadness

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Questions from a fool

You are the rain to my earth.

Together

And let me ruin you.

Three in the morning

If jealousy were the measure of a man, I'd fail a million times. What could I envy of men who once were?

What else is there?

They know about you

The old bent trees in the cemetery whisper stories of kings, lovers, paupers. I say only one word.

Silver girl

Soar now, to who you truly are. A silver girl.