drawn to
the smell of the dark night
I go out
and lie down naked...
inch by inch enveloped in its scent
as night deepens
I hunger for the blood
of the lonely
disguised as Cupid
I shoot arrows into their hearts
Special February Issue of Sketchbook (Vol., No. 1)
A Room of My Own: Past and Present, Then Ever
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cherry blossoms
always the same, and yet
ever new with you
pink blossom rain
the space where you used to be
pink blossom rain
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midnight crescen...
