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brightlightsloudnoises:

22-27 may not look like much
from the outside

but to me
and the ones who were there,
in my bed,
in the cars,
in between

it was high drama
and low comedy
on a stage lit by cigarettes
and orange lamplight

in rooms that were
ultimately
too small

myinkstainedheart:

Quiet passing as a new day’s awakening
when the stars whisper not a bid of adieu
and only the warmth of sunlight came spilling
to wake the petals, soaked with the evening dew.

My love came as that, on silent soles and heels,
tender as the dew and the green moss covering
the sleepy rock on the vale ,without a call from the hills,
all I knew was I woke and love was in my heart, yearning.