Bloom

Darker nights spill ink across the sky and through gaps in the fences in the backyards of our houses. Darker nights spill ink that flows t...

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Cosmic

The wind doesn't blow anymore. The wind doesn't blow and the trees can't breathe. And the heat will turn them into ash as...

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Dazed

In a fever, in a dream, in a haze. I saw the moon in an unfamiliar place, it was drinking the afternoon in until there was nothing left...

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