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Can't sleep...

Damn you.

Happy birthday, b*tch...

Beneath a yellow streetlamp I heard an angel say “I’m sorry”, but I didn’t listen to what she has to say. I loved her, yet I ..

A new-born leaf Blown away Before it has seen The light of day A new-born leaf Fallen sans sound Where it lies now ..

A friend's musings about the sky.

Complaints. And more complaints.

A lone ballerina in a stage of shadowy halls Dancing to a cacophonic beat She’s still on her toes when the curtain falls The audien..

Let’s pretend that the narrator has a camera. He or she chooses to focus it on the heavens above, thinking that it is the most appropriate sce..

Time ambles by in its usual pace; too fast when you want it to last forever, and ever so slowly when you’re waiting. Seasons brought change, yea..