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And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the Daffodils.

knowledge and independence make people suspicious of her...

Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.

You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

I shall move north. I shall move into a long blackness.

she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night...

what it means to be bound in skin and to have a spine.

Early to bed and early to rise...

I don’t want to let go of the wrists of idleness.

that sense of fear, of furtive unrest...