...Just food for thought....?
me

WindowThe dim lightWindow
cast
soft shadows on the wall
giving way to
another
evening.


In MemoryThey will miss small fragments of glass when they clean the street and they will linger, like words that fell to the floor to be left unspoken; because nothing seemed more appropriate than shocked silence and sunken staresIn Memory
But one day soon, everyone will collide just like you: by surprise; in black and tears, with tarnished smiles in a failed attempt to make your life a memory


.cafe encounter.He sits alone at the table of the café and seems to shrink into the chair as if some giant vacuum is pulling his wrinkled, papery edges in, toward some unidentifiable point in his chest. His narrow shoulders are very still; his hands rest like birds wings folded gently in his lap. After he receives his meal he moves those painfully hollow hands slowly, cautiously, toward his plate, wispy colorless hair.cafe encounter.
barely covering that stretched, spotted scalp, his face drooping with years.
As he quietly, carefully scoops his food onto a small slice of bread &


play with me keep melisten to my lips dance a whisper on your ear so soft so safe and warm relax baby its ok tonight ill keep you more passion more pleasure hold my hand gasp for air keep me backplay with me keep me
...but lifes not fair
and all you wanna do is play all i wanna do is play
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