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Flames

    We were two flames, dancing in the darkness Under the evening moon of a winter night. With each gasping breath for air, speaking whispers And roaring promises of burning light. Consuming all the brush beneath our heavy feet, We danced a path across the land. Rising higher and higher with each passing wind,… Continue reading Flames

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hurricanes

The clouds started rolling in one by one. I wasn’t prepared for a storm; the forecast has shown not a cloud in the sky from Miami all the way to New York City. It started out small, like the small sun showers that leave the day looking more beautiful than ever before. The kinds that… Continue reading hurricanes

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Roots

Roots   The roots tried to spread throughout the garden. The vines rose and climbed up the walls, And entangled in the rooftop gutters. The rainwater built, Up and up and up, Drowning her.   Spreading far and wide, but never deep, The roots tried to conquer all dry land. The sun couldn’t reach the… Continue reading Roots

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blink

It is here, on a nearly empty beach on a mysteriously breezy winter’s night, that you realize he is your missing piece. He’s pointing out the planes in the sky, each one with a series of letters and numbers that mean nothing to you, but everything to him, and such everything to you, and he’s… Continue reading blink

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deny

I was your eraser. I helped you forget. You were to be my chaser, Not my first regret.   I tried to be your light. I tried to be enough. You played me like a fiddle, Who’s never played with love.   I was captivated by your spark. I was the moth to flame. Who… Continue reading deny