The rain falls
Licks
The clean pools
Fresh lagoons
Filled with remorse
Your doubt cloudy
Hazy
Bits of yesterday
Thoughts of shadows
Chase
Blacken
Deepen the nightly
Widely soaked
Drizzle
Falling
Somewhere
You're out there
Lapping
Quaffing
Drowning
The knot
That held us
Loosens
Slackens
Never to
Go back there
You're out there
Alone.
in love we are often blind. then reality smacks you across the face.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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