with quick withdraw
and muted sighs
auld lang sangs
that drift through
the cobbeled ways
and bedpost profession
that dot the brick manor's
gilded sleeping rooms

her eyes in touch
and grasp for his
shallow dustpan infused
lust, long loin days,
lean, and farther back
reaching for her, and her starlight ways

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an unbroken bow ( Read more... )

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So, the creaking coming out of the AC, added an aura of an old timey movie reel, creak, creak, the smell of burnt popcorn, and that damn diesel fuel that seems to permeate everything.

A single soldier took in the show, an old superman cartoon.

reads the chalk dust winding around the outline ( Read more... )

So maybe 55 days to go?

Not so much, I think I can make it, no problems.

i want to thank my friends that are actually there for me.

you know who you are.

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