Your Visit
Sometimes when the moonlight strikes, just right through the window, I can see you laying there, black glistening hair shimmering off the light, a peaceful...
It Is Dark Beyond
the window It is dark beyond, my darkened room. My window opens to a troubled realm, of spirits and unwanted guests, the least of which...
Memories Stored
Memories Stored Here I sit and think, quietly counting the numbers, of the tidy compartments, with their little closed doors. All the same size, simple...
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Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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