Ingredient for a Perfect Kiss.

Everytime I kissed you, squirrels acrobat in the attic, ghost children at play, voices whisper from floorboards and air vents. I wake fully as rain begins, listen to it hissing in the slick leaves of tulip poplars, a shiny, wind-tied bouquet, tiny wet hands knocking at the window asking to come in. Thunder breaks, crescendo [...]

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The moon is blue.

Under a nostalgic moon, I found myself reminiscing days of present past. A time not too distant, I grasped at faint memories of love,  friends, foes and food. The latter was brought on by constant hunger pangs pervading the night, screwing up my diet. On friends and foes, I found no reason why these memories [...]

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