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Reflections

I am steadfast. Steadfast in my stare. My stare into the wild world. Wild world stares back. Stares back at such a timid soul with contempt. Contempt I can see in the wind and rain lashing. Lashing my glass with … Continue reading

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Distances for lovers

I saw him off in the morning,          And he was riding a seahorse. He spoke to me in a wave,          While it flung itself in circles. Just for a moment I thought,           He could stay. He could be here … Continue reading

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A Cold Night

A cold night. Stars frigid with An air of despair. Luminously teeming, Black sparkling rain Or falling tears. Falling love and falling lives, cold night indeed. In such vast silence, voices still whisper, What may come, THEY are to come, … Continue reading

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Solitude Reigns

  Solace comes but once a day, Lying upon the back, Venus Neatly bright to your left, Burning the black night white. Stillness but once a morn, Cold fog sits among the dew, Heavy as her breast did hang, Still … Continue reading

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Cleanser

     We share a little green bottle, The content of which is cleanser. I always pressed down hard and Fast when I wanted cleanser. There were cleanser spills galore. Then, she moved the green bottle To a cradle on … Continue reading

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Wander

Look darling how our path is funny, strange and never straight. Like the butterfly wandering in his slightly drunken state. Come along the shoreline with me, watch the tide recede. Bubbly lines of sea foam linger there in need. See … Continue reading

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Weak Grounds

  The black wetness turned into the big trash can, Refuse with use, not giving them a second chance. Truculent she is. Damn stubborn. Unyielding. Downward spiral Goes the leftover swirling red tomato juice, Vodka signified a truce, Though shortly … Continue reading

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