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The hummingbird entrenched within my heart aches for the familiarity of endless summers, endless fields, endless skies painted with clouds tha..

Grief became the bitter centerpiece that spliced twin lives together, cackled as it smothered the desperate embers roaring with passion burning..

empty skies dot the horizon of the days I live, days that drag on by like years of eventide lingering above me in the daytime, I find ..

The setting sun gives way for the vices of human spirit, black as the night, to thrive in the darkness, likewise, the exhausted sighs of a moo..

I am crumbling in a late autumn breeze Defined by its frigid, cruel composure, Passed soci’ties that fall apart with ease With dreams fadi..

Hastily, you venture across a deprived meadow and wander amongst broken home's shattered glass . . .

She hovered above a painted rainbow, out of reach for both daffodils and baby’s breath alike, both dreaming of love, dreaming of places ..

I'd draw the devil's breath upon me if I could, for these nights erupt with an emptiness thick enough to suffocate as I count the seconds like I..

A poetry book.

I fell asleep in a meadow and awoke with a sunburn on my cheek turning bitterly to curse the sun to find that ‘twas not the sun that stai..