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Dark(er) Girls and Doors

My mother's friend sips on her coffee, her eyes don't leave my face. she warns as she looks at me, quietly, without saying a word, because at that age you must have...

Ode to my Bed

Comfy sheets and blankets galore underneath the window sill, I cannot await you furthermore I just left you and still - I crave for you to hold me, to feel your warm...

Religion of the Player

Our temple is the arena. Our shrine is the ice. Our skates, are the Holy...

Wing Tipped Hammer

Don’t drop the hammer in the lake chilled inexperienced hands seem to think...

Daggers at Xagħra Circle

3,500 BC no metals native to this ground but people who built their lives in...

The Statue’s Song

Let me tell you about the saddest song in the world. I have heard many songs...

Sleep Never Comes Easy

Sleep never comes easy. I don't know if the headache is physical or emotional...

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He was drugs and drugs were him. They were circling through his system as...

Beautiful

Look in the mirror and put on your face. Some waterproof mascara frames each...

A Crash In The Distance

Waves crash against the sand in the distance as I look along the beach in the...