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she walked in like ghost mist hovering over a lagoon. her voice soothed me like moonlight in autumn when it is captivated by bird calls in her ..

the moment of our last touch across your inviting curves rolling, rolling; my thirsting fingers memorizing each; remaining unsatisfied, warmin..

i cannot love you here anymore. there are no more birds of spring. the trees in the arbor my grandmother nurtured have melted into the soil. t..

for a moment i was able to be still. hearts flew out of my hand and i was able to see everyone. i lacked everything comfortably, and i could he..

my binds are cuffed to this red clay mud Queen Anne's lace rising and bending from the wind in the west leaning towards the Atlantic the sun is ..

my thoughts are wandering mostly where your curves are soft, lending me to crave; lying to me on a deceiver's tongue, revealing a dream that is onl..

victor talking machine msearly 2018/09/08 i used to listen to your songs crossed legged in your living room floor while the sunshine beamed throu..

I crept outside like a vandal A Peeping Tom on the outside looking in Feeling like a lover undiscovered Like a dream that’s never been I l..

They write songs for the dead Sitting on the stones and sand While the smoke from the car bomb Is still warm, A dark frown In an otherwise peace..

i saw a barren world on the stones of Afghanistan, the sand capped mountains rose without life, without breath but not gasping, nor dying, nor al..