Photography, Poetry

Moody Blues

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There’s that rain again, fogging up the kichen window…

I drowned into the smokey glass, finding your face in the condensation. Half of the heart you drew upon it has started to fade

A traffic hazard to my left.

I like how the street lights fade into droplets, hypnotizing oneself into the asphalt’s inviting emptiness.

I painted my nails “Moody Blue” today…

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