March 2012
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Summer Skin
Squeaky swings and tall grass The longest shadows ever cast The water’s warm and children swim And we frolicked about in our summer skin I don’t recall a single care Just greenery and humid air Then Labor day came and went And we shed what was left of our summer skin On the night you left I came over And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders Our brand new coats so...
February 2012
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I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more...
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The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you...
– Charles Bukowski (via terramantra)