Over the possum's skull, bees sip nectar out of buttercups, because nothing's ever really over.
Over the possum's skull, bees sip nectar out of buttercups, because nothing's ever really over.
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And what a landing it is!
And what a landing it is!
He brings her roses weekly, telling himself they'd win her heart if she was still alive
He brings her roses weekly, telling himself they'd win her heart if she was still alive
Release came in a dazzling pointillism of serenity that blotted out the pain and slipped imperceptibly into eternity.
Release came in a dazzling pointillism of serenity that blotted out the pain and slipped imperceptibly into eternity.