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an old poet's kingdom the dusty pile of books on a desk of madness i wrote with purpose once then the keys lost their wa..

the picture is crooked the plaster is chipping and cracking pieces falling to a welcoming, understanding floor yet my heart is ..

the other side of the equator simplicity's solstice clouded complications whisked away heart's vault dusty remnants of love ..

Hunt your brown eyes penetrate my dreams the stare through the underbrush of my convictions i feel the us that could be ..

the influence of cold winds i have blisters on my inspiration raw numbness of phrasing no feeling in my words frozen co..

just another possible sighting we were yellow journalism the break-up smeared on pages in National Enquirer fashion, ..

Lunch in Early Winter ice menu but a warming trend you think of him through sleeting eyes but then ou..

needing a heart loan i'm spending the currency in my mind on memories already spent priceless purses of "what if's" that long ago..

sorry's deception the list includes antiquated knowledge, past indiscretions happened perhaps the present is filled with repe..

Weatherman glib forecaster, smiles cloudy lies over Big Screen serene skies frost in the afternoon, her lips sleeting deceit the snow flies ..