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A cramped window allows just enough sunlight to feed temptation, to read again. Eyes fall on the latest letter a struggle at this hour oh to only see the girl, standing perfectly still. There in her late night gown or dress it does not matter, just as long as she has come. I bring her…

With eyes red, dust she’d swear. From the far off reaches Violet was wandering alone in the desert, just as her throat begs, she thinks of her Sir. His heavy handed use of words always flooding her it hasn’t rained in years and yet, Violet is hopeful tonight there will be this downpour. She turns…

Maybe you won’t say you love me in a way I’d believe, besides, who’s counting the petals she loves me, she loves me not. To the girl who started following today your love of water is all together something I could touch and feel. The newness in words, she struggles still with the weight of…

There are love-sick words found in the good envelopes where I get the chance to relieve my love drawn eyes. To simply read your soft openings in the words where you confess just how much you love me and mine. Anything that comes from your love stained hands I’m drawn to you and yours. No…

The agreed upon set of words always meant we’d have time those minutes came fast and flooding. And all at once we were deep inside, living the words in songs in love, technically there was nowhere to stand. Me and those hands, I hope you won’t mind when I reach in and grab that little…