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Tag: spilled poetry

Reminiscent

A summer of Deja Vu becomes reminiscent of a love story. Cascading sunbeams reflecting our memories. The warning of a storm, the bittersweet smell of rain.

In the Valley

This valley is void of life. My days are wasted and my nights are restless. I’m bankrupt because of good deeds. My thoughts gathered in an empty space. The shadows […]

Variant

Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.

2009

Opportunity knocked. A choice between night and day. Now the door is locked. I should have walked away.