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The syrup came in small plastic containers
It followed the same architectural model as a prison
There was juice and decent coffee
Titania leaned close to listen to the songs
The dozen faeries hidden around the room gave a cheer
Or would you rather be a cat entirely?
You need to take care of yourself
They had been quarrelling for as long as they had been in love
She closed her eyes, then looked again
Her knees were grubby and she looked even thinner than usual
No steam rose from the surface of the water
It had been a difficult and unsettling night
And say which grain will grow and which will not
We were inferior, therefore our history didn’t matter
It was the rattling that woke her
The band of children following them grew louder
He crossed the polished floor of the hall
The scorpion was black with a purple shine
It was almost as if the child was waiting for something to happen
He wondered how long ago this had happened
She was ready to leave once more
He was always sure that his mother was alive
She looked at him and nodded cheerfully
As the year went on, and spring gave way to summer
The house had a smell of damp and old cooking
How was I supposed to know the story wasn’t original?
The sight of such devotion acted as a reminder
The koala looked up, understandingly, into its companion’s eyes
The actress put out her hand
An agonized cry and some animal howling
Are you looking at my knees?
No, I’m way above that
He rose from his chair and put on his hat
He, of all people, knows what’s real and what’s not
He can see her reflection in the bathroom mirror
Every elf and fairy sprite hop as light as bird from brier
They’re so judgmental
It was a yard wide, half as much tall … it didn’t do much
An old lampshade of rainbow-colored glass
Zipping past the white fencing and rusting wire
I smelled the sweetly muddy fumes of the potato fields
We were so grateful just to be there
Can you tell me a bedtime story?
To strive, to seek, …
… to find, and not to yield
I’ll miss you too, Pig!
Begirt with many a blazing star …
… Stood the great giant Algebar
We decided to see if we could make ourselves motionless
Stars, hide your fires
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