“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Killer
As the hands of the clock kissed each other, the sound of midnight struck, a resonance causing dust to drift like snowflakes, across the moonlit room, landing ever so softly upon floor. The hours
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Still Waiting
My heart aches, tell me that I belong…
Yet it can’t be that tough, can it?
Or is the silence still your favorite song?
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