

gold light poursgold light pours from a window cold like the november night) is a thin facade draped over our sleeping child/love warm undergold light pours
a lavender blanket we once shared shielded from the brisk night creeps in from (an (open) window
under which you sit scrawling a moonlit goodbye


shivering greyshivering grey (leave)s holdshivering grey
moon lit white branches
the swimming pool
on is all the
blue-greens and light(n)ing
laps and cauterizes
wet lacerations
drip with super chilled
ambient violets/voices
frosted heart(s)
warm (s)kin
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i am interested in the everyday fabric of our lives, I am looking for the poetic, inspirational, humorous, & sometimes the sad.
Keep up the great work!
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Stay Sexy
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I'm Fall0ut, and I approve of this message
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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