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Fair Folk
“
His was the beauty of the night—dark moons and dark deeds. His was the beauty of the forest—hiding teeth and hiding monsters. His was the beauty of black ice—slick and thin and masking death.
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― A Feather So Black
― A Feather So Black
“
I adored your fluttering touches
and effervescent kisses
nestled among great roots.
The sunlight dappling your shoulders.
Vines curling in your hair.
Our cheeks burning.
Wandering through hidden places.
A secret love skirting the shadows.
The water and wind sang for us.
The trees danced with us.
The beetles whispered their blessings.
We ate the plump wild-berries.
I soon found my mouth bitter
and stained.
Your petal-soft love
turned to thorns.
The mist faded in the bright morning
but left me co
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