...the shadow of my youth, in a form that never was, dances on the walls of this poorly lit shell i occupy so briefly...
My midnight muse
You dance within the light of my dreams
Arms out touching phantom limbs and ephemeral vine. Closed eyes focused on aery chimera that plays like faded film, enshrouding me in palpable memory like a mist. August oaks and […]
Drift sweetly in your morning haze lit with candles from yesterdays and colored with candied memories of tomorrows yet to spend Dance in the streets with everyone you meet there dressed […]
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