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I Like This

I wake up, draw the curtains, and there, falling diagonally, is sane rain.

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The Ring

The spiraling tale of the barely eaten lobster. The napkin in the salad. The misplaced fork on the table. A nearly empty bottle of wine.

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Of Buns and Left Hands

“Would you say your soul resides in your hair?”

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Down By The River

In her eyes and in that cool water, he was cool.

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Guns and Roses

Handing her the rose, he says: “It’s black though.”

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Lila

Stifling a sob and a tear from running down her cheek, Lila asked, “Your people. My people. What or who are these?”

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Senescence

Why was he now, in this reverie, choosing to remember of past times, past places and of aspirations now only a shout into the void.