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V Amy watched from the kitchen window as Calvin got into their car. He beeped the horn and she waved as she watched the car move down the d..

VI The sun slowly crept over the horizon creating peculiar patterns on the bedroom wall. Amy stared at the unfamiliar shapes projected by ..

VII Amy's mind crawled like the shadows down the naked hallway. She sat on the couch with the blanket draped over her shoulders, like a turn..

I was at the corner of fifth and Vermouth trying to drown my sorrows, I didn't know the little b******s could swim. Smooth, dark wood and d..

The morning rose, like a drunk man with a hangover, holding on to the deep purple of night. Leaves and papers ride the chilled air ..

I saw her last night bold-stroked, brush-marked against the swirling night air. Tobacco brunette hair, alit by soft neon. Thoug..

Coffee or whiskey It doesn't really matter at this point. Days and nights muddled together like a good Old Fashioned. Words and thou..

The world has crumbled. Tiny bits of meaning kissed by the morning snow. What's left is home. What's gone is gone. The sky's as gra..

As the night rolls through the hills and valleys. My mind wanders through the dead-end alleys. Of a port side town as the snow floats dow..