days of stone
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by
already dead bird-shadow darkens the worm Ryan Stone
jasmine frolicking on a breeze – first kiss Ryan Stone
faded doll, old memories shelved Ryan Stone
fuchsia sunset so far from the city of her birth Ryan Stone
displaced by myriad fault lines we fracture Ryan Stone
midnight wind, howling through the caverns of my mind Ryan Stone
beyond the gate where sea meets sky —tomorrow Ryan Stone
after the storm while staring at puddles— a rainbow Ryan Stone
fractured sunlight creeping through my shutters new year outside Ryan Stone
far horizon, a golden vessel sailing the dawn Ryan Stone
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