It happens

There is a certainAbstraction to attractionIts much easier to identifyIn the aftermathIt’s not unlike lightening (Or car crashes)There are broken bones And treacherous roadsThere are yearningsAnd third degree burningsBut no one truly knows When the havoc will unfoldThere are best guessesAnd high velocity weaponsThere are platitudesAnd electrocutions (At high altitudes) There are inadequate meansIn foreseeing the […]

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le quatrième mois

in the fourth month it rains at ungodly hours, it showers pinning down the helpless flowers in the unguarded gardens from unrelenting storms it indiscreetly pours the sky’s dulcet lullabies dutifully seducing the hill sides the soil moistens to quicksand in the wasteland pleasure is measurable in inches it drenches the feathers of scattering finches […]

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