the weight of my world hung in the balance as her hands shuffled fate along with the ... CONTINUED
another starry night
there's no way to know for certain what he saw from his open window one solitary night when he ... CONTINUED
once again (divested)
"the word is not the thing" he said once again and of course i had to agree (at ... CONTINUED
colorful jim c
he talked about the ultimate color to thread thru his window on a world and maybe you remember ... CONTINUED
not too special
"you're not too special" she said and to my young mind it must have been true as she stood ... CONTINUED
true north
there are words we hurl against the fabric of coal- black night, words that scaffold our ... CONTINUED
soliloquy
you don't have to pull as these words bleed out and spill on the page to soak them in ... CONTINUED
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