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it's a red-letter day with your nimble fingers and convex hips. the telephone lines keep us connected for the ten seconds you can't help but chuckl..

when i say Your name my words freeze on my lips and i fold my hands in Warmth- i admire Your soft words and Wish i could hear them more often- bu..

hair cut. crooked smile. pleading eyes. uneven looks. imperfection of the first degree. reasons to say hello overshadowed by reasons to say goodb..

the mornings are slow to rise and the smell of autumn still lingers despite the snow. the bitter cold turns words white as they fall to the ground..

The sunshine will give every story a bright side; another happy ending.

did you hear the rain falling down? it destroyed the roof and shattered all these mirrors. another seven years? just kill me. the ones awake got..

once the characters all die off we'll be halfway through a script that needs revision. the words are counting on the letters that incidentally f..

these newspapers cover up my faults and dreams; setting fire to another day to stay alive. i write poetry and novels in my head, roaming the street..

the water gets deeper our boots just get wetter as we wander through this swamp of words made specifically for these few seconds. the muddied la..

"I move my lips just so you won't have to."