your voice heavy with the fog of waking whispered the sweetest nothings. cool crisp mornings ... CONTINUED

with seven lines you moved me from night to someplace deeper than despair a bittersweet truth ... CONTINUED

she haunts my dreams, my waking hours with a presence more palpable than blood or bone for its ... CONTINUED

rumi's ghazal 441 so skillfully mixed with techno-pop beats weaves a haunting, divine and ... CONTINUED

he wrote of a perfect paradox hinged on the sole fact of our shared existence (or experience as ... CONTINUED

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