practically_​identical_​to_​ours
a_​new_​sense_​of_​your_​own_​story
solemn_​birds_​sleep_​near_​heaven
boy_​ties_​girl_​to_​railroad_​tracks
no_​matter_​how_​hard_​you_​wished
he_​noticed_​her_​smiling_​then
before_​the_​tide_​erased_​them
silence_​and_​crashing_​waves
a_​hunger_​not_​only_​for_​food
transparent_​paper_​flowers
lantana_​spilling_​over_​the_​stone_​wall
the_​wind_​exotic_​and_​familiar
the_​sound_​of_​a_​faraway_​train
bland_​and_​vacuous_​docility
a_​curious_​resonance
i_​believed_​in_​the_​world
i_​saw_​brighter_​colors
conscious_​every_​second
a_​new_​sense_​of_​your_​own_​story
unusual_​signs_​of_​interest
a_​boy_​falling_​out_​of_​the_​sky
exchanging_​occasional_​whispers
the_​subdued_​splashing_​of_​water
against_​the_​profound_​dark
alive_​with_​movement_​and_​secret_​life
the_​glass_​fell_​and_​smashed
incoheret_​sounds_​of_​distress
the_​last_​stars_​were_​still_​visible
knowledge_​of_​a_​different_​kind
drop_​it_​into_​the_​wishing_​well
this_​was_​her_​world
traces_​of_​blood_​are_​forever
without_​us_​dreams_​could_​not_​exist
a_​paean_​to_​love
there_​is_​so_​much_​everything
the_​discovery_​of_​intimacy
i_​am_​a_​snowman_​of_​the_​moment
i_​became_​that_​guy
corrupted_​by_​this_​image_​of_​himself
practically_​identical_​to_​ours
how_​fantastically_​durable
a_​connection_​that_​lasts_​hours
continuous_​light_​blueberries
23opm
one_​day_​there_​will_​be_​a_​place_​for_​us
there_​wil_​be_​no_​sun_​until_​sunday
he_​calls_​her_​every_​day
wildly_​striking_​false_​notes
i_​draw_​a_​line_​to_​your_​heart_​today
no_​man_​can_​be_​the_​hand_​of_​grace
continuous_​light_​blueberries
intangible
unhinged_​longing
to_​vanish_​like_​a_​spark
all_​paper_​is_​torn
this_​revolution_​won't_​be_​televised
unhinged_​longing
hoping_​for_​continuous_​light
cannot_​perish_​though_​it_​fail
with_​something_​hid_​in_​her
it_​was_​a_​quiet_​way
one_​desert_​crossed
her_​golden_​finger_​is_​on_​her_​lips
a_​silent_​film_​full_​of_​sound
and_​yet_​the_​newest_​star
this_​brief_​drama_​in_​the_​flesh
beautiful_​as_​pictures_​no_​man_​drew
of_​visitors_​the_​fairest
a_​fairer_​house_​than_​prose
dear_​blueberries
fled_​gasping_​from_​the_​house
a_​time_​when_​it_​was_​not
a_​piano_​in_​the_​woods
maris_​den_​cie_​the_​door_​ajar
some_​madder_​hoilday
rowing_​in_​eden
a_​flower_​expected_​everywhere
the_​eyes_​of_​many_​elves
a_​little_​this_​side_​of_​the_​snow
maris_​den_​cie_​in_​quivering_​ratio
blueberries
morning_​touching_​mountain
put_​down_​the_​book_​unread
blueberries
her_​lease_​of_​spotted_​hours
in_​a_​country_​far_​from_​here
fairytale_​thorns_​grow_​wild
return_​with_​honey_​on_​our_​lips
to_​greet_​the_​perfect_​stranger
a_​fountain_​leaping
beauty_​follows_​pen_​in_​hand
behind_​a_​door_​marked_​danger
these_​years_​are_​years_​of_​grace
when_​my_​sisters_​wake
trickle_​faint_​unworldly_​lights
ever_​and_​over_​in_​less_​identity
whom_​words_​appear_​to_​warm
whose_​recurring_​dream_​we_​are
it_​may_​be_​you_​must_​learn
eternity_​refusing_​to_​begin
love_​buries_​itself_​in_​me
love_​dismembers_​hours
to_​remind_​me_​of_​what_​i_​wished
the_​serene_​and_​optimistic_​vibe
joy_​in_​the_​cradle_​of_​calamity
conjured_​its_​own_​disguise
hope_​dies_​last
capacities_​of_​fire_​it_​must_​assume
things_​you_​must_​live_​among