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Blushing beauty stole my heart. And a beautiful Sunday Girl song.

Blushing beauty had stolen my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces… Continue reading

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We shall fall and rise.

We shall fall and rise. I listened to you,you are so damn pretty, and you carry a heavy heart.I made you laugh and I told you.Naked heart and too much drink,weaved us into… Continue reading

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I believed in forever once.

I believed in forever, once. I didn’t know, love could hurt so deeply. I didn’t know, your beautiful face would haunt me forever. I didn’t know, love wouldn’t be enough. I believe in… Continue reading

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Wanderlust and a beautiful Miriam Baghdassarian song.

Wanderlust… —                         Damn those eyes.. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading

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Never trust a man who do not drink. And a beautiful Duffy song.

Mercy. 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet.Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance.I told her, yes ma.She took my hands and we went to the dance floor.Her… Continue reading

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Passing through.

Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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Miss nothing, miss everything.

Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love, and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading

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Midnight words.

1- Savior.Sweet blue eyes girl told me.You ask for so little.We have so much to give and we open up the desire love so rarely.Love can be a sweet treasure.You can be someone… Continue reading

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Three fingers of the Black Velvet whiskey. Remember Bridgette.

Three fingers of the Black Velvet whiskey. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me.Pretty Bridgette found me.She held me like a child and she told me.Play stay with me till you… Continue reading

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Ancient floors.

Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading

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