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Sleepless Dreams

The haunting colors of a memory that separates life into before and after swirls around me, a reminder of how it feels to reminisce while the rest of the world sleeps. The above reverts from clear diamonds to coal, soot smeared across … Continue reading

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Pawns of the Night

The day is bleeding into the edges of night, pastels seeping into the corners of the horizon line. In a few more minutes the rush of reality will become too bitter of a pill to swallow together, so we’ll mumble goodbyes … Continue reading

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Eyes Closed, Ears Open

The safety of prolonged scattered showers has crumbled, bits of dry winter sunlight slipping through the cracks to expose what was always there. It’s always been wrong in the most clinical way, the kind of cut and dry, rapid blinking, … Continue reading

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Goodbye

There’s a crowd blurring through the hall around us, but I’ve given up on trying to be aware of them when we’re glancing at each other. You look at me with a hint of a sad smile on the end … Continue reading

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More Than Sometimes

I think about it, sometimes. Okay, I think about it more than sometimes. But somewhere between the forever and the temporary we lost our way on our own little lonely path we guarded with so much fervor. It wasn’t really … Continue reading

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Paper Please

We used to live in a tissue paper house til Daddy got a fever, and before it burned to the ground we rounded up our belongings and put them in party bags as the spark grew and the match was … Continue reading

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Silhouettes and Streetlights

It’s the perfect time of night, when it’s right on the verge of dawn and the inks mark on the night is fading slowly enough to taste the snow as it starts to sparkle. While all the others are inside thumping … Continue reading

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