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High Collateral the clock ticks oh so slowly he stares at me with his pen nudging margins in a tiny notebook, the size of his e..

Voice you're my present tense, precisely i am your past tense, predominately the future looks bleak, beckoning mixing ten..

at the Formal with Tired-Attire ego's suit the tie perfectly straight pants creased with finest logic shoes shine with a mind..

the dark side of the sphere the specter of a famous poet like a jellyfish poisons from his callous collaborations with wives ..

callous appetizer a Plath-iandish of inconvenience life's soup doled out with painful ladle and drunk with a razor sharp ..

as one door closes, another... sat in an old church with archaic windows and thought about soul, what exactly is it? ..

the cracks in morning i surmise the sunrise in your eyes is for me then suddenly, i am opening my umbrella lids and your ir..

synapse lapsed in an abandoned house up to a dusty attic lodgers sit quiet unopened books silently reside volume..

the other side of "Last Call" non-committal lips frost colored mascara snow white hair fashioned in tight bun lashes blan..

a Nielson Kind of Love the way you left me, it felt like i was a canceled spin-off of a series that had topped the ratings ..