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I was borne from your pain. You gave me life. It hurt you to bear me, but I replaced the sting with cool, tender caresses. Your cheek, red-hot wi..

You were me, more or less, thirty years later. Same blue eyes, same curled hair. Always staring, always thinking. My mother always said I was ..

I am an artist, painting you on the clear blue canvas sky. I am a pianist, writing your melody to the thrum of the raindrops. I am a singer, lett..

If it's over, you're just grasping straws or keeping sand in both your palms. So you'll clench fists tight and never let go? In the end though gra..

You're halfway to anywhere, and fifty percent nowhere. You're lost at home, at home in space and time. I've never seen you cry. I wonder if you d..

Strange things must go on inside your impenetrable skill. Your thoughts and feeling unknown to the world. I've seen the trailer, read the blurb, ..

Good morning. Your face greets my morning eyes. Half shut with glue from sleeping. You're still asleep and I wonder what you're thinking or dream..

I like the sound of underwater. Not silence, silence is cold and threatening. There is pressure, just enough to blanket you, comfort you. It is da..

Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep electronic measurement, Boom, boom, boom, boom goes organic instrument, Bang, bang, bang, bang now, boom boom is relev..

Silence. Silence, Weighing down. Pushing down. Deep water. High water. Hell. Sleeping. Sleeping. Never rest. Restless rest. Watching out...