The swaying back of her bright tambourine
Suicide walk through the field of the willow
Sunset oceans above her maple tree
Gumballs under tongues
Funeral of Peter Pan
The girls protect their mistress
The girl who dreamt my fate to be our saint
I was blessed with a death so insincere. (Jonah)
Twilight twigs scratched on window glass
We surrender sorrow to the tall grass at murky meadow ponds