days of stone
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by
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
He devoted yearsTo becoming bulletproofShe was a sniper Ryan Stone
Riffs of liquid chrome Howling from a neon amp Set the night on fire Ryan Stone
Her mop’s rhythmic strokeA bondage unlike the kissOf sweet leather nights Ryan Stone
Oh, the wild placesTattoo parlors, biker barsYour lips in the night Ryan Stone
Silent tears at dawn My half-mast heart in tattersLondon Bridge is down Ryan Stone
A widow slumbers As red and blue fireflies weave Swiftly through the night Ryan Stone
After she left me I stared at puddles so long A rainbow appeared Ryan Stone
Alone on the edge One more tree in a forest With no one to hear Ryan Stone
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