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the time is now.

the time is now.

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash you were all wiles and charms, sensual depths dancing behind midnight eyes and lips that devoured my secrets i gave no resistance you always knew how to play me like a melody, a pied piper beckoning with velvet words and a lyre of lies...
we could’ve been a masterpiece.

we could’ve been a masterpiece.

you said we used to be brilliant we used to shine like the sun we used to paint the town with the rhythm of our love but the only color we know now is the color of deceit we draw lines across the city, words etched like hexes from north to south you stay on your side,...
road trip runaways.

road trip runaways.

the sunlight burns in our rear view mirror, a canopy of flames following close behind we say goodbye to the bittersweet glow, our bodies exhausted from chasing too many unending horizons, brutal and beautiful and beckoning nights and days blending together, moonrise...
sunrise.

sunrise.

i stood beneath a shivering sunset, wrapped in the soft brutality of its fading light i listened to the night life heralding the coming stars, and i remembered all the wishes we’d made from cold balconies on lonely evenings, all the promises that were whispered even...