jett-bleue
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The Devil's Daughter.
There was once a time when I was the king of the road, until you came that night and threw me off my throne. / Your fickle eyes stalked me like the pale moonlight that dark December night as I entered the room with a bag full of confidence. / But I spilled it all over you, the enchantress whose name remained anonymous.
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Jun 7, 2013
When We Were Younger.
Thinking back to the first fast days when our hearts burned with the indigestion from the chest to chin, / Butterflies flying high and wild in our stomachs at the touch of our skins. / We ran quickly into the lives of one another that May Day that first brought in our summer.
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Jun 6, 2013
Do Not Worry For This Generation, Grandfather.
I read your words etched on ancient pages. / From a different time, / Drifting through the ages.
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Jun 2, 2013
Sunlight Of My Dreams.
When clouds are overhead / It doesn't bother me, / I lay my weary head
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Jun 1, 2013
The Owls Are Not What They Seem.
Diane, / I enter this mysterious town welcomed by the eyes of strange owls seeping through the trees like city lights. / The wooden town, primitive in its functions, is set to the backdrop of two twin peaks, bursting out from the earth.
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May 28, 2013
Her Mirror Must Be Broken.
Her mirror must be broken. / Maybe she should take it back to where she bought it. / Because when she looks into it,
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May 26, 2013
I Have No Idea Why I Come Here.
I have no idea why I come to this bar every night. / But I just do. / I just leave it feeling jet blue with the weight of the wanders of the world crushing down on my shoulders.
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May 24, 2013
You're Aged Thirty-Two.
You’re aged thirty-two with your own bottomless bank account. / A pocket full of cash that’s digging a deep immeasurable pit into your pocket. / Spending ridiculous amounts on ridiculous things, no matter if it costs over a million.
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May 21, 2013
Curtain Call On That Perfect View.
Some moments you’ll find can never be recreated a second time. / Such as when we first met; a moment I assumed I’d easily forget. / But it still lingers in my mind yet, even though nine months have passed down the line,
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May 17, 2013
She's Not Here Anymore.
He’s had a long old day between eating his food and getting stroked where he lays, / But when he rises in the twilight there’s always one urge he can’t fight. / His ginger fur stiffens in formation from the cold sensations of the night.
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May 10, 2013
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