Ever-Blooming
Ever-Blooming Kaleia Hills I wish for the golden buttercup, Purple violets in the evening, And in the winter roses bloom, The
Ever-Blooming Kaleia Hills I wish for the golden buttercup, Purple violets in the evening, And in the winter roses bloom, The
The Life of a Toothbrush Kaleia Hills I stood there and waited, hanging on that shelf – my pink rubber body shining and my
Death Kaleia Hills Death came and stood by me. She reached out her hand to me as if to comfort me. I knew
Forgotten Kaleia Hills I stay awake and wait for you like a dog outside your door on the mat— waiting to be let in,
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