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O... such remorse; my Gomorrah, whittled away to ancient gray; whose loving pillar was made to bloom in stones. but for a glance... in yester w..

questioning...Tornados

Suggestive, nude art

She smells of fresh white linen cotton sheets in celestial bower, deep seated in cerulean midnight, fashionably draped and jaded. He hides her in..

Delusions of grandeur. At 10:45 a.m. she's crushing a menthol between her fingers and pouring Bailey's into her coffee, biting back the smoke o..

"abortion, graffic, maybe offensive, caution"

Edge of Autumn Category: Writing and Poetry I heard your voice echoing from the womb of canyons, murmuring my name. Winding rock against eart..

Good bye Norma Jean

tragedy is never reaching potential