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The big brass bed. She sleeps alone in a big brass bed Full of memories, and his scent The pill..

The corners of a room vacated long ago hold the secrets of this dilapidated life hidden under the layers of dust moments happy, and others fu..

Sitting here in the dark alone I draw in the last breath of this dying day. Hoping your memory will be enough to carry me through..

My chest swells with your thoughts my heart beats faster, uncontrolled waiting, on a whisper, hoping every waking moment fills barren coffers..

The musk of the early morning rises to meet my falling breath awakened by thundering voice long left lifeless in morbid death. Rising from the..

The shorten days of late summer warmed the house, and made it feel inviting. But outside, the song birds, once so abundant grew scant. The squirrel..

She stood in the window's lightlavished in the morning sun.Points high, firm and pertI was distracted.She stood in the doorwaydressed in matching..

Abby thought back to the day they first found the house. It was on the back page of the real estate listing, really only a small one or two line ad..

Jonathan Andrews pulled into his usual parking spot. The dark blue BMW was his pride and joy. Stacked to the hilt. Leather seats, heated. Sun roof,..

Reticense impregnates these deafened ears, Like a cicadas' song on a warm summer breeze... Full of life, rhyme and reason, Abruptly, and del..