In deciding whether to maintain Or shatter the monotony I realize my underlying Fixation with lines A love affair, really Tracing, connecting, standing in Where
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Nothing
I grow tired of the reflection How it always stares back at me Like an old friend I’ve watched over the years Condescending, knowing, judging
Are We There Yet
On a dull return from somewhere I found myself enveloped in a lengthy discussion Bordering on debate, as to the truth behind The coveted emerald
On The Way Down
I dared to lick the stars from your face That September evening, caught in the throes Of a downward spiral, coming from a place I
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These malformed deficiencies of my soul Pull the strings of judgement, condemnation Navigating a fractured landscape, blind Projecting my own discretions tenfold Crashing against the
Draped
I think it’s time To fold this up And put it away I can make space In a lower drawer If I finally Accept the
