How then I found in you a balm to salve a ripp’d-torn heart It was your little ears, your eyes celestial works of art Or was it your affections, kind
march morn born of heaven rolled stone, opened door death has lost it’s sting forever fated by an ancient war angels play insurgent tunes
I come from a line of shattered th… and throw away paper planes that f… out of steadfast sadness acres ove… it’s hard enough to grieve alone harder still when you find the tru…
behind the earth’s long summoning… falls to evening dappled light day’s contingent feats and flounde… bid adieu to wandering light fate’s forebodings yet unknown
In life, in death ere in your debt a beggar shall I be The longer you shall shun my face
