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Trinkets of our tattered love lay scattered across a room too dark to make out anything more than shadows, where lines are drawn in the sand and..

Tonight I find the moments between us are northern winds scattering dust across rain starved fields, and I can almost taste the water beneath t..

Through these trees, the ones that row the dusty road, creating an uneven, jagged line from past to present, teetering towards the weather-worn ..

Lying, beneath a cover of star-light, tattered holes in a sheet of charcoal, through which I can barely glimpse the dewy veil of infinity, ..

I see you clearly despite the haze of my dreams, a form shrouded in mist; silver streaked moonlight pouring like liquid through your hair. Ev..

Gazing out across the water, still and smooth, a sheen like glass, tangibly translucent, and yet reflective enough to contain a second sky, my ..

Crossing the bay, a boat with faded paint, salt-scalded and peeling, meets the morning, lit by the long legs of the sun stepping slowly across ..

Peering around the smooth worn edge of a door worked by hand, from Oak stained in the shade of watered down coffee, she looked like a child despi..

Someone told me once that inspiration is a state of mind, and I suppose I believed it at the time, believed that when people grew older the..

In the twilight of our many obsessions, our tiny indiscretions seem to have sharp tongues and even thicker hides. We speak in riddles with mela..