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I remember once when We met like an unexpected first time arrival in New Orleans in that city where edges are pushed up and folded under exp..

somewhere the day is dying now the sky shudders pink proof of the Sun's repose reverent birds hush abandon their rustling find their temporary ..

If I had known, then I would have given it a new name that squatting toad my eyes saw you become with tongue thick and sticky desperate f..

Remember the fields how the birds sang at night how the mist arrived from nowhere to bless us and warm us as we walked together to form the s..

Do you wonder what is written on My hand in the cunning Persian language of Love? It is the true story of a long forgotten rose garden who is sad..

I am a fool for Love and I love You and I know You foolishly love Me. So… let’s start some nonsense and begin some ..

I am not myself anymore I haven’t left this room for seven days now just Who is writing who here? …don’t ask why anym..

very few write a story that is through the eye of the dreaming princess the Beloved One hidden high in the tower or deep in the dungeon don&r..

I give up thinking. jealousy is food for those other birds; different feathers, entirely. My eyes change naturally from blue to green an..

A fool for Love, punch drunk awakens on sharp streets of mercy no sleeping and barely eating, just another trembling beggar Who, gratefully, dri..