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When yesterday's words become tomorrow's voice. Love and promises spoken with the same besotted tongue. Midwinter days become a season of..

The snow has stopped for now, though I still smell of cold. All silent except for a candle. The flames writhe in the darkness like a wo..

These lazy days Where the mind travels further than the body We are caged like animals against the cold air Days broken and limping ..

Morning dew Mixing with the sweat of night, A little black dress Evening transgress Dark eyes beneath tobacco brunette hair Hanging, an a..

Start with a Bloody Mary and a slice of toast The breakfast of champions with a less than holy ghost She once told me clouds are water in..

Let us go, you and I With the evening spread against the sky This curtain closed on an empty stage We will walk these lonely streets ..

Fingers of daylight close like an empty fist. The city is darker than black. The day's almost midnight and secrets have been passed. Drunk..

It's hard to think of us alone on this rock; spinning, spiraling. Just a black and blue contusion on the edge of the cosmos. Then..

A candle burning soft. Long tongues of flame licking the belly of the night. Hopes or dreams or thinly veiled wishes have long forgott..

Sometimes the streets gray concrete creeps up on me. The night begins to swim. The moon like driftwood bobs across the sky, as ..