(Creative Non-Fiction, Fiction, Poetry, Metaphysical Musings, Occasional Humor and B.S.) featuring Guest Musicians, Poets, and Other Creators because variety is the spice of life.
A full moon followed me to The Lost Pines she stood still with radiance her round tender lips pulled me with a kiss By morning she left a trail of Indian Blanket flowers to cover me with love.
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