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Small things, lost in the deep blur of land and sea’s mourning. The haze of undying, burning off the gray of uncertain paths, revealing color and contrast where before there was only wandering without a hand to hold. Cold tears and solemn reflection clinging to icy shores as small hopes soar almost unseen in the […]

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She asks me to undo this breath of life, the push from a muse’s whispers that each stroke of the pen bleeds. She doesn’t want to be a sketch, a forgotten doodle on a tossed away slip of notepaper. She has a story, a longing heart searching for a synchronous beat of another’s. She fears […]

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Dropped coins. Change. Cannot heal anything with their clinking, rustling in the bottom of pockets, forgotten drops from larger bills. Cast aside fractions, some pretend at value, but with copper souls easily bent. Spinning, dropped wild onto surfaces and making exact, noisy points. They’ll win no wars, profit only the low and count only when […]

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Smooth and rounded, as if gel molded into kind forms hugging small heat and light, they rest among motes of dust as confused days spin around them. Slid into line, they await invitation to welcome with glimmering dim, warmth spreading in a flicker of slipping air swirled about hurried business. Daylight’s kiss flirts for attention, […]

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Squares watch with perfect order the chaotic play of sunlight’s shimmering end, sparkling denouement fluttering by wind that dares to throw shade before passage. Curled as one in blur, lessons play and their bond merges fondness and idealism, sanctity of quieter moments protected inside from the bluster of colorful flight. Still the distance swims around […]

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Splayed loss, a fold in the game. Failed hands turned down, face drawn, hope unveiled as foolish faith. Winners smirk, gathering pooled profit, ahead of truth and cowardice. The cards always kept too close, afraid of chance, risk too certain and failures looming as clouds choking a sunless horizon. Playing the deal proved too courageous, […]

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Well don’t they dip and dive, these benevolent souls craving rich desire? Sinking, undulating, blending sex and soul as if smoke in airless rooms, tendrils of need wrapping into each other as ribbons on gorgeous gifts. They thrust and kiss, succumbing and urging, each an overlapping double exposure on a single canvas, flooding channels with […]

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Unfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than these trapped heavens, but blood inevitably slows, heat leaving […]

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Red petals extend into night, air illuminated by industry. Steady hands failing to inherit the beauty of such nature honestly, though so tiny in comparison to the solid reach into cloud mist, angled precision slight with human success. Appreciated beauty at the answer of each inquiry, petals spread, flora inviting. Sinking reflection awards little, robbing […]

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Potential’s Fall

Cracked, spent seed, delinquent potential fallen to decay, a future of roots dismissed by errant dispatch. Growth is promise. Everything begins with the blessings of blue sky and radiant hope, youth dissolving into distant wishes for rich soil, fertile grip, tenacious attraction and the destiny of transformation into something greater. Evolution is a winner’s game, […]

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