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Fires rip through the final act of our drama, charcoal teeth gnashing and flaming tongues tasting each quiet hope nestled in these soft bellies. No regard for hopes or wishes, hours crisp and melt away as opportunities stolen, disappearing into a glorious display that arrests spinning thoughts. Eyes turn to the brilliance of this demise, […]

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This 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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My days rob the air of beauty. My nights steal passion from practice. Sleep comes as mercy to angry stirrings of escape. Distress darkens every corner of mundane rooms. To fail here pronounces common sentence; neither thief nor liar nor cheat, but jailed just the same. The sun insults as the moon dishonors, truths shown […]

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Caught in the glow of afternoon’s final gifts, she instructs his eager lesson, and I sit apart from their moment, in awe of the connection shared to the day, the minute, the learning and one another. Bound by sun, blood, and soul, they smile, eyes shining the same blue and fill an ailing heart with […]

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Sweat

Crystalline precious drips from a chalice of cold honor, a bounty for the thirsty, the gift for greedy eyes drunk with visions of perfect satisfaction. Lips brush cool delicacy and draw forth the heat of passion, an awakening of liquid limbs made stiff with ardor. Drink from this. Wet lips and smile, undone. Wrap arms […]

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Sublunar

Carefree shores and vacationing hearts, the toil of yesterday tossed away for the freedom of shorter hours that spin away as unspooled thread might, skittering along the floor like stones over still waters. Breathe in air stinging with salt and pick up these lilting melodies of tides come and gone, the hymnals of lunar mourning.

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