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What's Truly an Art recoiling arms she bent away kissing my desire with deft deflection moments brief intangible grief br..

Custody of a Whim chilly breezes blow from blond tresses bow to November's calling I loved her into autumn but her summer..

Poem...or not the words scarce bereft of color the poet's winter hard upon there is no significance to what he wri..

Blood accidental title non-sensical jaunt stray apostrophes possessive misconception we don't own what we write ..

11:58 p.m. i am almost midnight how is your moon? quarter heart the light in your eyes is dimming, there is an eclipse of ..

superstition concession & or acceptance it will be late to know as the votes flow i have already conceded to l..

Brittle Epistolary crisp letters, never sent. yellow paper crackling in my heart my hands batter the keys holding yo..

alternatives irrational love loveless broken heart/ damaged goods virgin heart/ pristine irrational love loveles..

stay quiet the enlightenment is awash the wet world engages in rinse, spinning the narrative into definition one comprised ..

for all the ghosts it's late in the early morning of a derisive sun i am coming undone my heart mourning empathy f..