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the town's broken clock the color of the snowstorm.
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the town's broken clock the color of the snowstorm.
pieces of the week still in my pocket tiny seeds of mint.
My passage of time From boy to soldier to dad I pray for my son.
Pure poison, treason Reasons gratitude,examine Look closely, intuit Into the self comes wonder From everywhere Within,without.
In nightclubs Shiny baubles catch men's eyes.
Frost falls In fields snowdrops sigh Heavy heads.
Afternoon blossom Holds its breath waiting To fall.
I'll be your cure now, You could use a friend today, You're down, I can tell..
traffic update the green streak of a hummingbird.
I believe the lie a plastic bag caught in bare branches.
The clock My greatest enemy But oh, so important.
Muddy buttocks sink, Into woven saddle tight. Pedal fast, faster..
You have scarred my life, Burnt your name upon my soul, Masochistic fun.
Loud, beeping machines. Anxious relatives await, holding sad bouquets..
Cold snow Lies heavy on branches Warm feet.
On blue sky Rainbows lift off the stream One kingfisher.
Your welcoming smile, Your great looks and so much more, The greatest timelord.
Together we share Time that matters and treasured Stays with us always.
Sakura falling, time passing played out; beauty in death..
Rumor's in the air, Whispered through the sea of tales, Hope it won't reach you..
My lover sleeps still, words drift by on rustling winds; thieving wordsmith toils..
Social dating apps, Thinly veiled catalogue; Hunter or hunted?.
Tiredness creeps closer, Energy of youth exhausted; Wind and rain aches bones..
Lost in a dark maze, Nothing but cold, winding paths, All leading to death..