long past the hour when sensible souls sleep i prowl unfamiliar streets hoping to find some ... CONTINUED
a letter
your words have finally reached me from out of the cold and out from the past and it's more ... CONTINUED
true lies
a photograph only lies with reality compressed into two dimensions and ripped free from any ... CONTINUED
down route 113
i still remember drives down route 113 laying on the back seat staring up through the side ... CONTINUED
a fan of summer
at the risk of sounding cliche life flowed differently back then... on hot summer days ... CONTINUED
a self (in pending)
a self, in pending. bound by a web of whys from any given place all roads end in fate. ... CONTINUED
seeking absolution
to confess a deep frustration -- beyond this monotonous interplay of words and chores scratched ... CONTINUED
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