The softness of your youth makes my fingers ache to hold you. The world of men is crude consuming until…
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The days are colder now. Winter aches into the house. Sunlight seems to creep onto carpet through the open glass…
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I don’t enjoy speaking so I can’t say I love my tongue, nor the other anatomical tools that stretch down…
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I want to show you something. Do you see all of this? I am pointing at a lot but try…
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I can ponder for hours the shapeless shadow that comes from the thought of you. It is filled with grey…
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The swiftness of the lap startled me down to the toes I had barely begun to jog and sweat and…
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Fear was the reason Not love nor hate It was not hope or self-loathing But Fear that closed the gate….
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Don’t pretend they’re gods And don’t pretend they’re devils They are men, and men they shall remain. _ SA
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Since the age of six, I have felt finished. A painting ready to be hung up. But yet, insistently, the…
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My heart is the nail and my head is the hammer And little by little, blow after blow, These wonderful…