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Midnight Black

Midnight Black

  She whispers in abstract, shades of midnight black and questions that remain, persisting thoughts that will not wait, not always welcome or logical, rarely methodical, never as love notes or the soft touch of sin But, nonetheless, she is lost in them, the way...
Discovering Home

Discovering Home

She found her way through winter frost and summer rain, chasing after destinations unknown She searched the skies and discovered home within the tropical fog and the morning mist, dappled with light and ocean kissed, away from the poison and the toxic noise, and she...
Waiting To Rise

Waiting To Rise

  We are teardrops and wishes, a trail of whispers trapped in glass jars We call ourselves unbreakable, but there are cracks in our fragile hearts, and those memories the ones we pretend don’t exist, are simply waiting for resurrection They live in those...