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Trust by Flynnthecat

Softly creep up on an acorn, / Then proudly turn to me and smile, / An oak tree growing from your hand, / You pluck a rose off and sing awhile. 82 words

Glass Feathers by Flynnthecat

I found a feather as I walked. / So white and clear and pale and cold, / … / --- / … / A line of feathers lay forsaken, / Snow on the grass and the lover’s seat 109 words