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Muses might be the fallen angels of transcription the creation of influence impressionable children of God we walk sideways toward..

Sifting through the Palette she's an artist, but not the painting kind or the writing kind or the dancing kind more the..

Friday Night Neon Bloomingdale's kisses with dime store lips she is a shallow dive on fifth street at the corner by the diner..

soldiers of errant wars enemy mine let's love till surrender beckons our hearts to armistice white rose flag crimson bat..

she wolves, city carnivores and exorbitant fares drag me into your controversial illusion you walk the streets of love like a ..

poetry ice dances within her tragic avalanche the buried lies of love and you, smiling from beneath your white sheet ..

those days that old country road traced our heart steps black-eyed Susans were our culture, in youth a Vermont's Mad Rive..

matters that are you just a simple poem i set out to extricate but you complicate matters of intricacy as your heart's delic..

a casket full of roses a formidable charmer the nape of your neck interacting with my fingers eyes reaching deep within we k..

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