the spiritual dual between silver and fire
plus tools : a girl’s best friend
a once upon a time poem
what i used to believe
That I was adopted
A monster lived under the bed
Bicycle definitely wasn’t a word
Friendships would last
Marriages, too
I could dig to China
People didn’t breathe when they were asleep
The moon believed I was its child
It was bad luck if you said it out loud
Mom and dad would live forever
