And she will write from the nether
With a pincer for a heart
A mind whittled with wit
Eyes destined for the arts
No rebound enough
Can tie her to one place
So she’ll cry
Yet those tears dance
With elegance and grace
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:33 AM UTC
And she will write from the nether
With a pincer for a heart
A mind whittled with wit
Eyes destined for the arts
No rebound enough
Can tie her to one place
So she’ll cry
Yet those tears dance
With elegance and grace
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