March 17, 2010...

Here:
in this home I thought I had dreamed up...

Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love...

Sound waves flash their tongues of steel,
operating off of signals...

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As deeply as I receive your warmth...

.
Writers feel the need to escape reality...

.
I am held...

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...

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Breathing...

(January 27, 2011...

Raven violin strings
sing with sons of wind...