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Nothing ever flies within this walled garden though they try and convince you you’ve grown wings nothing ever sings or dances within this ..

Go ahead and rage at me, sir but if you’re gonna ride my a*s like that I wish you’d at least give my hair a little tug then ..

Blackbird stitched against white canvas of the morning sky like those I would sketch with India ink and the flat of a calligraphy pen in t..

All you people with your beautiful grins fall over me like silk sheets on my marital bed once did all you people with your empty promises ..

It was the cleverness of my mouth that brought you near and a magic trick that got me in the light weight of my fingers that pulled us clo..

Ninety four wind stirs his thin white hair and mimics the joy in his eyes as his wizened hand spins the tail rotor when he was young he&rsqu..

I’ve always felt kin to the water I love to live within its cool when I was young I would let myself sink to the bottom of the swimming..

I’m taking down all my fences nail-by-nail, board by board I’m bringing them low no need for them now, I plan to let the wild..

This day and the one before it ran like oil we sat behind that stilted house tonight and drank our whiskey with rocks ghosts, you said, it..

I don’t know what I expected to find here when I was a kid, I would construct images of you there among the rafters and in the fold of the..