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The depth at which I see you, is like a child staring off of a cliff, looking down at an ocean whose black currents churn and shake the very gro..

Smoke filled rooms and smiles, faces gleaming, chattering, drinks spilling and filling, emptying and me, the ever respectful listener soaking ..

In the palm of my hand I hold a tree whose roots are wrapped like vines around my fingers, sprouting fleshy arms, reaching, stretching for ..

Sunset swings on beams of dusk a hue that reminds me of tomorrow, reminds me of the days that are still unborn and I slide along the river&rs..

The sky for me holds only clouds, and the deep blue of an overhead ocean spinning yarns of natural beauty for all those who choose to lend an ear..

Trembling I wait beneath a streetlamp, hazed by the soft dew of dusk drowning me in half-lit shadows, tormenting the essence of the night, l..

With eyes the shade of crimson wine, and hair a wash of midnight’s shine, you come to me in darkness to find my sleeping form of incarnate ..

Cast off these bowlines that tether us to the predictable, hoist the sails and let them fill with the soft breezes of chance gusting across ou..

Within this blissful delirium, I find myself wandering slowly through fields where the grass is knee-high and soft, the blades brushing softly a..

Sitting, quietly in the shade of an ordinary tree with ordinary branches and an extraordinary story. Waiting, to see you walking towa..