Bead dreams are made of these

Behold: Cotton pearls!
Just slightly more ethical
Than gritty oysters.


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Mirror Mirror

A bunch of neurons,
Found in ninety-ninety two,
I cry when you cry.


Playing by Year

When the days turn grey
The nights unbearably long
And the year withers,

Look ahead instead:
New beginnings growing like
Saplings in the snow.

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