She was tired,
bleary-eyed,
I told myself,
and with no other ally.
And I fell in love at first sight,
with her love for pie,
and the way she sighed,
I tied myself to her,
with the promise of never letting go.
And so, empires of flowers grew
around her,
the sound of a bird drowning
in the distance.
And when her wings bloomed,
she sprouted and left me without
a single tear.
- Counting Sheep
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Fairy Dreams
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