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with forgetful ease the forgotten tease and shapeless days that pass away. I feel them sputter sometimes with whispers to the morning h..

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day But the gentle breeze has gone away Replaced with cold and empty air The colors steal an awkward glare ..

I should have picked up some whiskey while I was out But I got distracted by a beautiful blonde. I tried to talk to her, but she did not hear me...

Wandering through a colorful field Painted by the autumn leaves The cold it creeps, you can see it in The words, the breath, a touch Thoughts ..

The skies were ashen and sober, though, drunk I was again. Her name hung from the tip of my tongue slowly dissolving. The clouds drift like d..

The rain deadens my thoughts. The winds wash them away. Soaking wet evenings to draw your own conclusions. Open notebooks and bottles of w..

The way the light hits this town The shadows look like skeletons All the weeds look like dead rats that couldn’t quite Make it thro..

red rivers run beneath the lighted moon converging to the horizon, beyond starlight and clouds and the endless night. beyond dreams and ..

Just before twilight, the deep purple sky the color of an old bruise. the wasted greens of summer's end. the warmth as summer began lost to..

the circling mountains lost beneath autumn leaves like a thousand broken bottles. green and brown and red, like multicolored confetti of ..