You sat up after being pleased
I laid back for you
We closed our eyes
as the light was swallowed
in the dark
Who were we then
What did they need
What was never enough
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.