On a prolific day
I become distracted...

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How can I hold wintertime as you...

I trace on the poignant window
the echo that you left in my heart...

If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...

"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this&quot...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

You prowl through my blood,
vicious, but maybe that is my...

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Breathing...

(January 27, 2011...

Opaque and vaporous
scenery inspired me to...

In the tune of silence
from the world of corrupted...