days of stone
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by
falling tears shatter my face— dawn tide pool Ryan Stone
on black satin sheets she gives herself to the moon— rose petals and thorns Ryan Stone
forest twilight insubstantial geisha— Komorebi Ryan Stone
after the dance her questioning hands— is this your first time? Ryan Stone
At the garage saleCherished toys in an old boxA man asks, how much? Ryan Stone
A shift in focus—This whole, bright world reflectedIn her dark window Ryan Stone
How many blue jaysSinging the morning, to hideHer departing breath? Ryan Stone
Chasing after leaves Tossed by small summer twisters To be a puppy Ryan Stone
A brief romance ends Breath swept away on the wind Bound for distant squalls Ryan Stone
The candle burns low I read while you doze, outside The wind and the world Ryan Stone
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