jacob erin-cilberto Writing

as one door closes, another... sat in an old church with archaic windows and thought about soul, what exactly is it? ..

the cracks in morning i surmise the sunrise in your eyes is for me then suddenly, i am opening my umbrella lids and your ir..

synapse lapsed in an abandoned house up to a dusty attic lodgers sit quiet unopened books silently reside volume..

the other side of "Last Call" non-committal lips frost colored mascara snow white hair fashioned in tight bun lashes blan..

a Nielson Kind of Love the way you left me, it felt like i was a canceled spin-off of a series that had topped the ratings ..

bail denied lying in the morgue, my poem pronounced dead on arrival ..

strange artistry strange contraptions your scissor lips slice the throat of my meanings conceptual longing to kiss ..

Vertex bending to the curve of you symmetrical genius implies insightful riot chaotic complement two become one a g..

Sanctuary i sought refuge into you my camouflage, but the colors were substitute they say "love the one you're with" but..

count slowly happy suffocation smothering kisses i gasp for breaths of you choking on sweet exposure you are the hypno..

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