St. Thomas

I can long for you, pretend your smiles and strong handshakes are more than gestures of civility. Our time remains in dripping sand as future and commerce has laid grasp like shackles around you. My dream of romance must remain but a dream and I should smile in civility and laugh in our pleasantries and in time, my heart like my logic, shall forget you.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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