A Solitary Tango...
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Forbidden love sucks!
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I’ve managed to befriend a Star, I see him every night. He twinkles quite excitedly Causing much delight... All I have to do is look,
Thoughts gurgle as my mind grows weary, sifting through a sea of words. A philosophical frenzy of manic-frantic phrases
Odorous elephant droppings and pop… tickle and capture the senses. Bright feathers of flocking and me… contained by cheap chain-link fenc… Seals sit atop stoops, lions jumpi…
Lying stillest of night with quest… Suspecting that darkness is hiding… Movement is certainly sensed more… Twisting in ways that warp the obs… My gaze, seeking blindly activity’…
Not really thinking, I noticed I was beginning to question thought. Well... I suppose it could be in a hurry and running late for a previous engagement because it overslept due to a l...
Take with you this splinter that I’ve pulled from my heart, as a token to remember me if ever we must apart. Keep it to remind you of
Gentle waves of Hello Softly kissing the sparkly shore..… The wind sings Ancient songs of L… As the horizon whispers silent Pr… Sun warmly speaking of Truth and…
Gazing at candles blazing blue fla… Ignite memories of his name. Ever gently taunting me To recall faded time. Forgotten, I’ve not
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Sitting on a picket fence and drea… I’m taken by a wicked sense that s… Suddenly, I find that I am neithe… But resting just between the two w… Steps had been neglected; as were…
'0 - < - * - > o:) O (: o < - * -… Fantasies rise of my one truest lo… Running as red as his dark, distil… Vibrantly intimate; stealthily ful… A pure heart not knowing inflectio…
I often ponder what it might be li… if I could step inside the mirror. Seeming to remain the same while becoming entirely different. Would my reflection, then,
The wind, without welcome carries crunchy kisses to my wooden window sill. Leaving in its wake, a pool of particles crackling,
Painfully ignorant, blind and indifferent; unwittingly, did I, trip beyond assumptions that abducted my balance and slipped upon an orphaned expectation of valiance. Unable to retract, ...