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LossShe wanted him to notice her.Loss
All day she sat there, all night.
When he got up to leave, she stayed, silent in her solitude, and turned to stone.


Vicarious DanceThe vicarious nature of faith and muse The depths of the soul to drone or bemuse How softly hearts can sing in key With threats of persistent mediocrityVicarious Dance


Devoured - HaikuBlack feathered time thief That which glitters thoughtlessly Is soon devouredDevoured - Haiku
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
~ Bram Stoker ~
Here endeth the lesson...
R.I.P.
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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
~ Bram Stoker ~
Here endeth the lesson...
R.I.P.
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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
~ Bram Stoker ~
Here endeth the lesson...
R.I.P.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
~ Bram Stoker ~
Here endeth the lesson...
R.I.P.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
~ Bram Stoker ~
Here endeth the lesson...
R.I.P.
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