...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...
...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
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