Yes, I ate the seeds,
but only six.
Let me back.
Let me back.
I admit it, yes,
I accept my fate.
you can keep me
here all winter,
only,
let me back one day,
Oh, let me back.
I made my wintry, hellish bed,
and I'll yes, I swear I'll lie in it.
But promise me you'll let me back.
Some summer's day when the sky is blue.
When the black spire slices the sun in two.
Let me back.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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