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I breathe a sense of placehere carved in halls ofcool granite and marblesinging in the hollows of historyhusked from the earthin centuries past by cal..
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Just in fun!
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She was Bordeaux;full bodied with a darkfruity scent, fermentingmore each day aslife pressed outher sweet essence.Her mouth, a worn outlabel of words,..
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I am from sepia photographs, impeccable handwriting and tea stained cups.I am from lilting brogues, rolling r’s and ardent arguments behind clos..
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I am at my core a student of history.
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His hand grasps Making her blushand flush; such arushinto his fire ofdefrocked desireStumble up stairsto his lair; soawareof each nerve,no reserve.Doo..
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Innocence or ignorance?Perhaps today pure happenstance,dig your heels and point your toes,follow where the warm wind blows.Pursue it while it gently s..
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Masters lounge within walled compoundsoverseeing fruits pickedby thick fingers.Blistered backs and soulstoil the land for meager rewards while their ..
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Choices divideus, we saintsand sinners.Traversing linesof minuscule width-driven by faith we foolishly balance likegymnastic school dropouts,wavering ..
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Something light
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