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from the balcony these people look like ants. the night slowly crawls and hides between the buildings. thoughts accumulate in the winter l..

Make love not war, she said. Your place or mine? Her checks blushed a beautiful red, she smiled, your place is fine.

I love you, he said. you take the breath from my chest. just whisper those three short words I long to hear. If you do ..

Clouds full, slick rains coming down. A wind blows through the dew softened ground. A mountain moves as it slips in and out of sight over ..

Watercolor blue nights embracing a black emerald sky. Small flakes leisurely kissing away tiny bits of meaning. Exhaust slowly drifting, ha..

Inhaling from a corner room, the endless lights dancing like stars across the obsidian waters. Streaking, like they're hesitant to stay. Lik..

Our mockingbird has arrived. She, like me, has been sitting perched on this balcony. Song bird score card held, loosely, in one hand. If ..

She screamed something or sang something; agony or a dream. Flesh colored keys dancing beneath the light of the moon. A cigarette danglin..

Late night Sirens from a back-alley balcony. Blue morning haze mangled by the colorless night. Late night conversations hanging like clouds ob..