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I would read every note on this skirt if she stood still long enough. Dried herbs hang in bunches from the beam, botanical prints sit in the Pale skin, a red mouth, and a stare that doesn't soften for anyone. Th Quoth the raven, and then nothing more, because the park had emptied a I think the little ghost was a maple leaf once. He sits in the middle Somebody still keeps the path to the old chapel clear, though its roof Fog so thick the railings gave out after twenty yards, and the cobbles I would wear these to buy bread. Midnight blue, scattered with glowing She found an acorn and laughed at it as if it had told her a joke. Tha Crouched by a rotten log with one hand already on the mushrooms, baske Where was she going at that hour, down a wet cobbled street with every I keep coming back to this frame. Arms folded, one platform boot lifte