When one says a wall of water One thinks waterfall Not the heavens opening up Upon our car The windshield...
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“Don’t mind him,” says the well-meaning blond boy in the off-brand hoodie, his voice soft under the barks of drunken...
Walking me home in the early June evening Telling me I’m funny like you’re not leaving Knuckles brush mine before...
Dappled Sunlight filtered World turned yellow orange more than usual Laughter Echoes softly We're jumping tipping crashing it's all for...
it walks through the remains footprints compacting and yet the ashes still clinging clinging, clinging clinging to you hands can...
Unusual being disconnected With the joy once felt As a child looking back And yet the magic is gone Is...
Don’t try to tell me that cucumbers and pickles have the same tanginess. Pickles don’t share a cucumber’s comfort. The...