the image of a cheap
bottle of wine dripped
from his eyes…
i gave hime the money,
and a couple of smokes.
time has a way of bringing,
even from the grave!
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the heart that
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i leap from the cliff,
catching wind currents…soaring with no effort,mind clear, no thinking,the sky wraps around me…holds me in thewomb of stillness!