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Waiting... for what? for the moon to finally rise from slumber. for the ice to merrily mix with my whiskey. for the day to finally com..

Before the evening flattened me The wine glass tinted the surroundings a deep magenta. A voice piercing through the tin armor of night. Upon th..

When you woke up you were cold You needed a blanket and a coffee You curled around me, a thick quilt We spent the morning, never leaving the b..

Gnarled cliff face shaping the rocky pier. Blind waves crashing, breaking. Soft, delicate flow of silk skirts as fluid as the sea. The day..

The sunlight's more a rumor than fact and I'm inclined to disbelieve. What has the sun done for me, lately? My mind is weighed down like ..

naked eye winks, easing around the corner. fabric falling from her shoulders, burning like day old newspaper. satan smiles in a satin gown. da..

Here in the midst of trumpeters poised, before a fall of miracles. We collide into a communal baptism of words, silence is much too painful, reson..

It's low playing jazz and red wine for me tonight. It's the notes and the aimless thoughts with tattered edges that go together so well. M..

We hold our dreams in broken bottles and tear our own hearts out over chance. She carried the words of centuries and when she left with..

the old red brick across the way the sparse white walls of your room the stained carpet, old and gray your pale skin, exposed the sma..