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good night, my love, good night
time pulls and repaints things, like forgotten furniture and garage sale finds. it melts us all, a slow drizzle making a puddle of a pile of snow oh. but lord. it’s good night, if you must know. good night, that stays afloat in me, like a heart could spin the web of a spider and…
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Saturday Night
As the sun dips in late June, the twilight air around the building seems to lighten; windows stretch outward and open to the world and lawn. The middle-aged black man who is sitting on the floor of his basement apartment is going a bit grey, and yes, he also wears glasses. Two jobs chop at his days…
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Into My Arms
But I believe in love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep those candles burning And make a journey bright and pure That you will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my…








