Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Saturday, June 08, 2013
hints
This lonely night puts on. It slips on alluring orange tints. Its drizzly voice hints. It gives away hints of grisly reds, the glints off cold and colder hollows. It lips a darker purple impermanence to blot out our blue tomorrows.
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