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Wrote for my muse whom I miss every day.

Foliage swelling cracks in the doorstep, a forest right by the front door. wildlife sprouting where winter had withered, promising springtime once..

We spoke of the future with such alacrity, swaddled around the campfire shoulder to shoulder, watching November fifth fireworks. Our scarves caught..

There’s no way I won’t hear your laughter again, or see the sunlight catch your eyes, Your smile so foolproof and damn my fool’s h..

Sometimes my mind goes places and I write.

Distance yourself, don’t give too much. Show only your blossoming petals. My rose has no thorns, I say - knowing fine well that you’v..

Haiku.

Bleary eyed poetry.

One of those days where everything is just fine.