When I Met Grace

Deep stares      and tangled hairWe gaze into the reflective      majestic mirage            of a dark forestShe is an abnormality      in the torrential downpour            of spandex covered assShe is the orange glow      of tobacco            in dismal cloudsShe is a mystery      with indistinct clues            of angelic demonismShe raised the questions yet to be answered:      where be my blue... Continue Reading →

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