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Daily Archives: November 5, 2018
.. This poem is for your eyes only, some small apology for the lonely ways I’ve smudged your pages. This poem is the tired-of-everything matra of the ages, of our darkest hour -glass cages and the ways we’ve celebrated all … Continue reading
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. – E.E. Cummings .. listen, i’ll tell you a secret: He loves you. there is no knot, no tangled web of stemmed hate nonsense-talk that says we aren’t for each other. … Continue reading
(wink, wink) , I think it’s all gonna be okay. I think love wins. I think the day gets saved by one small smile. I think the miles get paved in hope. I think we drink from saucers, over -flowing … Continue reading