waiting for you on a cramped balcony fills me with fear what do I have to offer you, but cheap plastic chairs? Your text was a curt ‘maybe’ but still I hope Will I see your umbrella, dotted with daisies, or does the rain keep…

blue lagoon scattered thoughts that multiply…     Note: This poem is written using an image prompt posted during hour twenty-one.

spaghetti, high-waisted denim, and messy hair! taking the back route to escape old realities, we end up bustling through the skyscrapers.   two bottles down and carefree howls, feet dangling off the railing whilst smoking a cigarette. the almond-colored sky is blurry, atleast the black…

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