My new master is asleep on the couch,
surrounded by empty bottles from the night before...
A one-man band
plants white Camellias...
She couldn't find stability in things that were...
And only felt alive when things went astray...
One chap loved the external grace;
While the other loved the interior...
Darkness sleeps with my five senses of love:
Fear...
Summer holidays,
skinny dipping if you dared...
I saw a man standing before the bench;
he told the judge he wanted to be set free...
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i moved back to the south...
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time, a hand too soon...
Imprisoned in a house
where tiptoe love...
Night
you are dark...
*Challenge to write a poem from the point of view...
Countless captured moments...