She called me late one night. Her incoherent drunken voice oozing platitudes. She spoke of…
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This moment the youngest I will ever be. Yet it passes, unnoticed. Like all…
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In another’s arms, I am cold. For I long for the sanctity and comfort of…
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The last beer drunk and the night is young. Yet, I feel, so old. Weary,…
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Fear could not bind you, to this earth. Death, will not diminish your achievements. A…
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Long ago, I wrote psalms of grief. Lamentations of a yearning, unfulfilled. Until you. Beneath…
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In the dark, or stark light, your body moves me. A naked form elegant in…
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Gilded lights refracting neon by waters edge. Filled, not with awe but excess. No cause…
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She spoke to me, on and off. Small messages, at first. So young, flirtatious. Our…
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Ageing, is counted not by years, but the anguish endured as we bear witness to…
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