December 2010
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Colossal signs to stray my mind.
Talking to myself in blues… but don’t know what to choose.
Peeping toms and proper patsys… which do you fancy?
Send you a flower… but it will die within the hour.
Remaining ties rests in the stars and skies.
To forgive and forget… what a bet.
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The illumination from the morning sun echoed throughout the lone bedroom. Drunken… stirred with the distraught feeling of regret. The craving of the disillusioned cycle of caressing the soft graze twisting, curling, intertwining into me. The steeping arcs running to-and-fro along the figure of her ocean. The diamond eyes begin to gaze as if the doors of rapture appeared right before my eye as I...