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----Dust of Snow----

"The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day i had rued."
-Robert Frost

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---Better In Pieces---

"I cut my droopy eyes in clean halves,
but they didn't even puss goo.

I dismembered my arms in a bubbly wrath,
but nothing ever bled through.

I sliced my stomach apart,
and yet my insides stayed intact.

I penetrated the place over my heart,
smirking while the scissors attacked.

I cut myself with careful earn,
and admired the many slivers;
all scattered apart
and crumbling from themselves...

Before I lit the fire and burned
the remains of anymore destroyed
pictures of myself..."
-flippinthrulife17

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---Dreamland---

"Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace."
-Christina Rossetti

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---The Day Before April---

"The day Before April
Alone, alone,
I walked in the woods
And i sat on a stone.

I sat on a broad stone
And sang to the birds.
The tune was the Creator's making
But i made the words."
-Mary Davies

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---Chinese Lullaby---

"Chinese sandmen, old and wise,
with soft dream-songs close our eyes.
And queen of all their lullabies,
is a maid with almond eyes.
On her ancient moon-guitar,
she strums a sleep-song to a star;
and when big China-shadows fall
snow white lilies hear her call."
-unknown author

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