Needs re-recording. Vocals are a little weak in places.
Also about the soppiest thing I've written, in terms of the music. But there we go.
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Letter to PThe clumsy line of your jawLetter to P
is where my affection gathered. It blew across in tentative skips
to hide amongst the angles of your limbs.
That satisfied surprise, the smile drawn out through relief, that shed its glib grace across your face
it baited at the growing lump I spirited across the threshold at just past 10,
come to entertain you at the bar.
A double act just for ourselves,
we closed that Friday night like most; with a dance round innuendo,
toe bruised and left footed.
Im sorry, really, if I stopped up conversati
Fuji

AutumnAutumn is an apology from the bottom of a wooden heart.Autumn
An apology for necessity.
A requiem for shattered timbers and broken bones.
A memorial to the cubs overtaken by winter.
A monument to the doe whose powerful legs were not enough to outrun the lion.
An apology from a mothers tender limbs.
Autumns colors are a brilliant burning vigil to the fallen bear whose body fed the forest.
The fall of each leaf is a debt of gratitude paid to every sun-bleached carcass in the field, the forest, and ocean.
Each leaf, a name.
| Photo credit goes to my Brother - [link] |
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Mock guilt and welcome hell.
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Mock guilt and welcome hell.
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Mock guilt and welcome hell.
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Mock guilt and welcome hell.
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