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i am not sure when it became the default response to strike for first blood first victory in every conversation (... argument? though let's fa..

slippery the thoughts move; silent like midnight waters and i can't hold them (you) in between the waking and the dreaming ...my fing..

snowfall reminds me of you the way you would call us to the window for every first snow even when it meant you had to wake us - that little glimme..

shattered ice floes trickle sibilantly along the prow of the boat winter's deepest secrets whispering in icy syllables telling the ancient store..

Loving you Is a knife edge balancing act: Barefoot, and shivering Each time the blade slices in A little more Snicking away A little more W..

snickersnack the guillotine closes and another moment of ishoudhaveknownbetter has arrived - i was never quite the person you wanted but ..

broken, open words spilling out cacophonic catastrophic uncontrollable breaking lifelong learned taboos speaking of unmentionables break..

eyes close the story is done before the once upon a time could ever even be spoken i wasted my breath on the futile beginnings of cou..

I didn’t know who you were when you breezed down the faintly old beer scented stairs and into my orbit (and I spoke in soft words) My fing..