He’s you. In so many you are two of a kind. The eyes. Always the eyes which caught me so by surprise the first day I saw him, a small face looking back at me with blue I’ve looked into for countless days, across myriad feelings and settings, blue that never ceases to arrest and […]
Read MoreThis empty heaven, it dangles beauty and bisects the cancer of a day’s death. A glass of still knifing through wood and diluting radiant gifts, it remains striking while still a copy; alluring while within reach. Sullied by approachability, value sinks as if counterfeit, but remains held aloft by settled hearts, a bounty for the […]
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