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Death by drowning, even beneath Monet’s floating water lilies - white, beautifully disguise death&rs..

Butterflies of black wings dipped orange in flightFlutter high on breeze push pillows whiteA half open windo..

Battle zone silent, purple haze lifts, stench settles, cooling corpse screams theft in its silence … of breath lost,but can’t,in words,fa..

If Ibled I still loved you,Would you believe me?I have no other question,No other concern,I don’t need to know if you careAbout meAnymore. Bu..

First kiss of morning: Blinds drawn, doors closed, Coffee machine, waits. Night clothes, scattered. Skin, red quilt warm..

Crying between rhythmic thighs Stroked legato, gently Uninterrupted, long and smooth ..

Why can’t I be anonymous? Why can’t I hide among two dimensional shadows of shallow minds, walk in the ..

You ride waves of dried up seas, No dolphins slicing. pink stained polished morning glass. ..

I want to be a penny, laying on rails, waiting for a train. Have you ever seen a penny after fifty grain cars flatten it into ..

Rose scented candles wait for a flicker of flame. In stillness of silent readiness they smell like roses slouching in dark._____ Cobweb..