The pain of being born into matter.
The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Silence, are in his hand�birds in a snare;
Covering the land�
How can they get the point of how a world
Homeward into the howling woods, although
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
The surge of swirling wind defines
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Silence, are in his hand�birds in a snare;
Trampled snow is the only rose.
Winds blow sharp, what then?
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Silence, are in his hand�birds in a snare;
Covering the land�
How can they get the point of how a world
Homeward into the howling woods, although
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
The surge of swirling wind defines
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Silence, are in his hand�birds in a snare;
Trampled snow is the only rose.
Winds blow sharp, what then?
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
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