Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
There you were, laying there all alone on the cold blacktop road I heard your silent cries calling to me come here and please take me home.
In the waking golden hours as dawn creeps into the room contemplating the amazing power how turbid thoughts can consume
Our passion haunts my dreams during endless ebony nights quivering murmurs and pleas as our souls yearn to take flight.
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