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Late November Night
Butterflies bound through the night’s sky, painting pictures for the stars, staying out past their curfew. The moon makes a wish, her eyes brim with bright hopes, and the promise of new memories.
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Time Flies – Part 926491047
I’ve wished on so many stars that the entire sky knows my face, but tonight, as the night fades, and I fall asleep, I find it a little easier. The Winter has only just become, but I feel Spring, desperately reaching out for me from beneath the soil.
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New Music – Sugar Plum Sublime
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In The Ethers
Steel on my wrist, smile on my face, her on my mind, her name on my lips. We kiss as the clock strikes five, restless and relentless, and I long for her, battling my bonds, but never quite free.
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The Inadvertent Therapist Friend
I am in a whirlpool, struggling in the suffocating waves, holding onto hope as a hand reaches out to me, but as usual, it just adds someone else’s pain to my sinking shoulders, and there is nothing to do but drown.