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Ross

Pink thumbnail with its gleam of light, a cuticle,
A steady slope, darker now,
To little joint, barely wrinkled.
That narrowing I know so well from my hands. 44 more words

Blurry

Hazy.
A good word
to describe
the memories
of your face
or the smoke filled room
we sat in.
Dim green light
reflecting off
your cheekbones, 72 more words

Poetry

For Him

You walked in my dreams

In a world where Distance’s cold hands cannot touch

For even a multitude of words failed to drown the loneliness… 108 more words

Photography