just enough warmth to rouse this frail flesh from bed to light
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a pale thin curtain separates us: mynahs on the other side discussing politics
autumn: she’s a rather strange one when her veils are up
between the drizzle and gale: i may have used up my daily quota of daydreams
your dream is your own like the fine print on your soul
like a memory thief slip in and out of the gates of consciousness
autumn in the dark before dawn shadows take stage with grace
such joy: mynahs jumping the fence and rebelling against the coffeeshop overlords
a slow quiet burn in the depths of my soul
a muted dream: autumn at the coffeeshop
