When life hands you lemons, go find some gin and tonic, then read a book!
The stars are like dust Scattered behind clouds In a raging wind A violent storm Like the brittle branch I have broken at the thin point But still I cling Still I hang I have a bell …
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You smiled As if you could soothe the wounds of your brutality With these small treasures, As if they are not tokens marking your property
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