Tilted worlds that come to an end
Blindsided by whiskey pauses
Olive colored lies
Keeper of forgotten words
A winter’s tale of birds flown south
Snow angels huddled by the fire
Looking back to catch the sunset
Found memories painted with coffee stains
Night falls on unfortunate footsteps
Where all lights tend to go home
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Originally posted July 7, 2015
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