Monthly Archives: August 2016

“adjusting”

I tried my best to not break your rules of solitude Except nothing brought her closer to my changing tides She never had a problem until recent events broke this trust Going with her flow made me acknowledge cold love … Continue reading

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found a lover.

Beneath her thighs you guard your lies because attraction depends on the day. Hollow rain makes her hungry again but she has exhausted the opportunity.  Scibbled out lines  make the roses unfold and you might finally see through.  Her sex … Continue reading

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thoughts.

she had a dream that he was waiting: as hemingway raps through his mind in a chattering pace like rays of sunshine, he’s okay with that because it shows him comfort in the power of vulnerability. and oh, how he … Continue reading

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Yo Soy Parte

As good as Spanish wine, I’ve seen the landscape’s eyes. It’s neither green by the sea or dry by Madrid but it’s blocked and tiled like castles. I cannot judge the square of Spaniards.   Ciego to culture are my foreign friends. … Continue reading

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