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You keep asking questions I can't be trusted to answer. Still, you're insistent I'm the one who's evasive. Somebody, you say said something s..

But tomorrow is different. A fresh misery pulled from the soil of a land more indurate and strange still waters the illusion of a ga..

September sinks into the hard melancholy of remembrance turning leaves swept off-stage before the final act can commence. The last quar..

Be kind with me, I fragile more easily than most of the paper dolls you've posted. At twenty I'd have tossed the note, thirty replied with ..

The battle cry was quick, lust well-tempered, every line measured to test, to scan the other's foot, iambic or trochaic? Word for word parried, r..

You combed your hair left handed a few stray strands surrendered to the indolent watchman on guard at time's indifferent border his shrug of th..

'bit of fun'

Turn the looking-glass round: see what happens next is a wisdom of another kind. An understanding of the self begins to unravel once your eyes..

Picasso moment

I hear a song in-complete. Some noteoff key, beatmissingtone deafI knowstill, I'll keep onsingingjust as longas youkeep ondancing.Ken e Bujold2022