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After the rain of seasons, days, and love's long greys the moon sees again

After so many years, it was strange to enter my old bedroom again. Walking into the dimly lit room seemed a world away from the richly adorned hallway behind me. It was dim the way track lighting is dim in a movie theatre; it was expectant. The atmosphere was similarly pale and slightly opaque, as if a woman had gone to powder her nose and the powder had slipped out of her hand and fallen onto the floor. I could almost smell that delicate smell of makeup, but as I entered further, that chang...

the table and a bowl of cereal this morning, like all the others the dresser an old sweater and it slides into my head again a remenisce, introducing my darkened brow and I can feel your pain in my hands my heart my eyes, steely down into my monkey toes like i'm it the pain like i could sieve and pick apart the memories of your younger days and de-stem your kindest intentions eyes, cadette blue innocent plans for the practical character you would be become instead, the prelude the obeying st...

hear me now and listen to me later i was begun a dewdrop and i will end a cloud of dust wishing that my flesh was mutable but what must must

the table and a bowl of cereal the dresser an old sweater and it slides into my head again a remenisce a darkened brow and I can feel your pain in my hands my heart my eyes, steely down into my fleshy toes like i'm it the pain like i could sieve and pick apart the memories of your younger days and your kind intentions eyes, cadette blue innocent plans for the practical character you would be become instead this moment of reckoning when the end, a hostile bedfellow has been beginning, has beg...