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I wandered into the diner looking for him again, and not.Knowing that he wouldn’t be there, and still hoping.The days get long.We hope to be so much more than we are.We hope to be enough.Then we hope to be enough… Read More ›


“I’m out a luck, out a loveGotta photograph, picture ofPassion killer, you’re too muchYou’re the only one I want to touchI see your face every time I dreamOn every page, every magazineSo wild and free so far from meYou’re all… Read More ›