I love the feeling of cold linoleum
as I sit alone in the dark...

Ink stains drip from my hands
as shadows dance upon the window sill...

This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...

Upon a tale of twisted turns
the aroma of salted tears...

The brightness of your lights
Interrupted...

During a midnight summer; I fasted for two moons-
Until the return of your shadow...

When clouds smother
a mere thought from...

To enjoy it's shade,
feel it's leafy breezes upon your face...

Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...

I am but a sip of wine
lingering smoke past midnight...

But she didn't.....
Failed written upon her forehead...

I've grown petals, only to watch them fall...
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