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You & Me

In the stillness of dawn your breath becomes the poetry of sleep soft and rhythmic the cadence of…
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Infinity

Words fall short when trying to describe the depth of your embrace yet I pen this verse hoping…
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The Waitress

She works long hours, serving coffee and eggs, dealing with rude customers and lecherous men. But she still…
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Hope

Hope is not a destination but the compass that guides us through the darkest nights towards the dawn..…
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Raindrops

Rain falls softly on the windowpane and I listen for your voice in the rhythm of the drops…
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Phone rings. It’s her voice, a cold wisp slipping through the cracks of the night. She says, “Stop.…