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- 4
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- Aug 18, 2026
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- Jul 5, 2026
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Where The Lost Lie To Rest (opens the original)
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I answer the call home when the soil turns damp and softA lover’s name can only be spoken under-brushPashmina floats dreamily in front of my tangled tressesDancing paisleys and polka-dots seeped in the warmest burgundies and brownsMy body is weightless among the vinesThe dirt has a way of comforting a tired soulHow easy it would be to let the fabric be my final calli
The Black-Haired Beauty's Lover (opens the original)
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Still and still sweet under the solitary veil of nightThe faint glimmer in his eyes lure her to and into himAt a glance she can feel him in and under her skinThe blood in her veins rushes hotter, a brighter red reddening her faceHer breathing grows faster, brushing past her lips and over hisIn a lover’s sweet embrace the Black-haired Beauty glows and blossomsColorful is the night under which her lover and her entangleCarefully dimmed is the light that hits their skin come dawnStill and still swe
Under A Warm Glow (opens the original)
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A barking dog finds solace under the warm orange glow of street lampsTears reflect their light when laughter fills our bellies before foodUnder the shadows of church-like buildings, quick steps and quicker conversations jumping from topic to topic echoedA lesson an artist learns is to “Experiment with Time”, to gather two years, a year, and a month together at a red corner cafe and share a coffee long past its appropriate consumption hourLinks of familiarity blu
A Heart In Flight (opens the original)
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Leaking eyes matt lashes over themselves,An envelope sealed only half shutOr left half openIf the last tear could bring you closureOr burn a thousand more questionsWhat leaves the earth never touches the heavensTireless wings of the messenger birdsClasping the last letter to you between her beakWings flutter high above the horizon, feathers caress the wind as they greet their old friendA drop of blood remains blue in the sea, salt turns
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