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that familiar display window dressing frosted mannequins dance in my mind words freeze to the glass become panes of phrases d..

old bowlers...the hats and pins of life fossils of Eve party favors old lips kiss at midnight the champagne a non-alcoholic b..

stalled fronts in the back of my mind she embodied above average temperature i, a snowfall in July yesterday a moon shadow walked..

the glaze on the dessert against the salad of circumstance she was window dressing, i held her to my shoulder like a draped swea..

when attitude writes its own novel you are superfluous surroundings a vocabulary of pretentious imagination i am just a poor ..

zzzz's and gardens with different zip codes you once encompassed all i could want long before i could contemplate what i really w..

who's listening owls have wisdom eyes and abrupt vocabulary they turn heads with their understanding of the silence of t..

What Penance never Resolved old girlfriends scars of smiles wicked tongues burning midnight oil skin to skin conversation ..

rhyming into debt audits, debits and love audibles, decibels and hate broke but happy broken, bankrupt poor of heart pain ..

the paradox of surprised flowers winter arrives in tropical tempest loveless faces in a dry rain shivering heat arid i..