About Joshua D. Starr

"Scissors" by C.L. Dawne That we may be risen up from the shallows, from which reflect not us but the heavenly orbs of white and gold — like babes in hands and arms, soft in crescent sleeves — held aloft in the latter days of eternity. Let us hold each other up in our greatest utility and forget not the cause of damnation we so easily prescribe scissors to our annals and memories: For there is no lake of glass so lighted to recourse to us our own image from the beds on which we lay or reveal to

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