Ice in the wind
Frozen blood from heaven
It’s sweat tasteless bliss
It never gets old to wake and see diamond dust flutter down
No matter how polluted and dirty it gets from our world
The first fall is always pure magic
Honey dew sweetened As morning peeled dusk from the sky. Autumn kissed oak trees Stretched high, sneakily peaking Through the window...
To kiss you should not involve such fear of imprecision. I shouldn’t mind the gallery attendant. He is not looking, that’s not what his...
But not in the way that you’d see on the fronts of magazines Not like the people modeling the modern makeup you’d see photos of on the...
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