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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...
Lingering Demons

Lingering Demons

  I know we all have demons You’re mine, with your clouded soul all bound in smoke and your penchant for diving into the dark We are two halves of a melancholy heart that together are dangerous, but still I find myself struggling to fall asleep, caught...
Goodbyes

Goodbyes

  She is delicate, the soft touch of satin and lace She is shadowed grace, a beauty in the dark hiding from the day She steals hearts, beckoning you close with whispers, her words stirring the air, like music and melody and long lost memories finally returning...