just a silhouette, a lifeless face that you'll soon forget.
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old writers don’t vanish / they linger in our heads / like cigarette smoke in a dive bar / they etch themselves / into the marrow of our bones / corroding gently / until we breathe our last //he spu...View all Conversations
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❝Like another silhouette washed in the blue of
the November afterglow - a dying ache of living❞
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|| caffei...
the slow art of breathing bitter
slow dancing love and pain
in the midnight chorus of
liquor-washed autumn green
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|| a constellation of des...