the broken poemfifty years ago today was the day you killed me. not with a knife, though i may as well have been stabbed. not with a gun, though being shot would have been nicer. not even with something asthe broken poem
trivial as a broken heart.
no, no, my dear, you killed me with a dark kiss that tasted of sunlight and rain, and the sweet night and twilight. you tore me apart and left me
for better or for worse. i sat in a dark corner, crying and calling your name, but you did not come not back to me.
i’ll come back in
Blue EyesBLue eyESBlue Eyes
Blue Eyes would have been pretty. There was no doubting that fact. She had skin that the moon would have looked dull next to, milky white and transparent. Her heart-shaped face was framed by mahogany ringlets stretching out to her waist. She was tall and lanky, the kind that was built for running forever into unknown jungles and secret corners. Cut out from marble was her nose, straight and sharp, matched by a jaw line clearly defined by the shadows ca
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