“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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Simply You
It’s not that I couldn’t
I just wouldn’t
When I said that I tried
It was clearly a lie
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Inseparable Souls
In this dark chamber filled with lonely silence
My senses register only the faintest sound
The quiet echo of your heartbeat I'm reminded
Often I recall the magnificent years we found
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Reflection
As I stand staring into the mirror
A silent reflection shows me its view
Of someone that seems very familiar
Or at least someone that I once knew
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