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I had a dream that you were gentling death like some sweet horse trainer.

I had a dream that you were gentling death like some sweet horse trainer.

Dear Agelina, it’s taking forever to make your gown. You knew that all along; so clever to trap me here sewing for you. I’m making you a chair so you can wait in comfort.

Darling, I’ve been looking at lace.

There’s this old man hanging around on the wall, says he knows you.

They are growing impatient and long to please you.

There are suitors at your door Agelina, they have been waiting for time out of mind.

with legs and thumbs

legless

darkening of the light

In the beginning

Your presence is starting to notice x

And so you see ; they will suit you.

And all of these are for you

And this is for you as well