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It’s sometimes too hardto say exactly wherethe girl is coming fromwhen all I truly knowshe sits on the top of my tongue. Her name is never farshe asked if I’d travel180 miles southwe’d have one of those nights the playful kindthat’s no longer allowedin this day and age. The kinky sidethe girl has this other…

My favorite drug of choicethe poisonous kiss coming from the girlwho wishes to do me harm. Her fire drugburns feverish this I already knowI need her loveto extinguish flamesablaze behind my eyes. It’s only thenwhen she whispers certain wordsthe pulse in my veinsbegins to settle and I feel warm again. It’s just easierto float through…

There’s truth in the attraction that moment when eyes are seen. There in a gothic vasethere are a grouping of flowers tied so tightly in the middletheir stems struggle to drink. Imagine the strong, sensitive handsthat had to be carefulnot to harm the flowers. The mind that picked each gemplacing them with cautionsometimes girls prefer…

Praying handsheld in their positionon chipped stepsI’ve been taught wordsin order to repeat phrasesit is then and only thensuch words become sacred. So that’s where I beginhow my tradition got starteddown on bended kneeI confessed andtook the blame for an accident. Time and attention I sworetime takes my attention awayI make my list of wordsand…

There’s something about where you standagainst a setting sunwhen you watch it set. These last 15 minutes are the most important the colors deepencrawl across our skina professional highlightapplied by the Gods. Sunset Control. The sky is on firegetting all stretched distortedthe clouds bleedhere on the coastal bluffI guess we’re the lucky onesalways the last…