Fix me up a new brew.
I'll call your shots if
You miss my bluff.
I love you
& no one else will.


.Trains.You had that sick Sallow Look about you That reminded me Of toy trains & how I never should have Been here In the first place & the way your tear-fixed Cheek glistened so.Trains.
Terribly in the night couldn't Have given it away Anymore Than how I wished I would Have led those Rails In the wrong direction So all we would end up with At the end
Of the evening would be Collision It must have been the way You held your Tongue That told me we weren't In this so much for Rescue As we were for &


.Past Lives.Tomorrow could have been another sunrise.Past Lives.
Tomorrow eagerly placed beneath her subtle languid breath
Tomorrow could shake the moon in her eyes
To save her from such a wondrous depth
To keep him in her favor until the end of this
To catch up to his adoration, though ages apart
She never planned adornments or bliss
She never planned such devotion and art
She never planned presumptuous regard
In any other instance, she might have kept color
In any other dream, she might have been marred
In any other life, there wouldn't be a lover
He met
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
"STRAWBERRY"
I really appreciate it
You are always welcome in my gallery! Have a nice day!
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Art will never be able to exist without nature. (Pierre Bonnard)
My Gallery
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