Posted in Poetry

I would love to spend

every minute of every day
with you, but some days,
I actually have to get shit done.

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I am from the shadows of the midnight eclipse. I have emerged from the aching earth as one summer solstice; haunting you; tilting on your heart's lonely rhythms; whispering indulgently, sweet nothings of future delicate trespasses.

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