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O, sweet Thursday melody,O, still and silent pond:I skip stones across your surfaceand wonder what's beyond.I sit on this rock beside you,dip my toes ..
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A song for my lover, a hundred miles away.
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A snippet from my current novel project.
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A delayed declaration.
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Imagine waking with the woman you always dreamt you'd sleep beside.
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You are the starlight and its
subsequent dawn.
You are the doorstep the cat leaves its
findings on.
You are every speck of dust dancing in
any fi..
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Love
is nothing more than a therapist,
and
an unlicensed one at that.
A
person who claims to search for love
is
doing nothing more than lying t..
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She looked back towards me, her expression serious. “Have you ever tried, Daniel? To fly?”
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Your breath is smoke in the wind.
Smoke comes from fire, there's a fire
within your chest.
Burning, slowly churning, charring,
smoking like ham..
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I think that Darkness is afraid of
light, which is why
he always hides under your bed and your
covers during the day.
And in the closet, where the..
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