mood miscellanea

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CHANGELING

YOU WHO ARE SO ANCIENT-WISE---

EMBERS, ASHES IN YOUR EYES---

CRUMPLED ON MY ARM TONIGHT

ARE A CHILD TO SHIELD FROM FRIGHT.

YOU WHO ARE SO STRONG AND FLEETSHOULDERS PROUD AND HANDS OF STEEL--ARE AS SMALL AND CLINGING-SWEET AS A PAIN-SPENT CHILD MIGHT FEEL.

ABIGAIL SANFORD

CRY NOT, FAIR ONE; YOUR THOUGHTS ARE WRONG;

NAUGHT BUT LOVE EXISTS;

IN SHAPE NOT OFTEN WHOLE ENOUGH

AND OFTEN SADLY SICK.

BUT LOVE IS OUR CREATOR, CHILD,

AND LOVE OUR WAY OF LIFE.

THE HORRID ACHES ARE GROWING PAINS;

LOVE'S LEARNING TO RECITE.

DON'T CRY, CHILD; DON'T HIDE FROM LOVE

IN FEAR OF WHAT IT ASKS OF YOU.

YOU ARE NOT MEANT TO BE ALONE;

LOVE SOMEONE; LIFE DEMANDS YOU DO.

VERONICA CCS

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