dear muse,

 emotions ran deep,passion to an extremity pisces minds fluttering, images blurring crimson white sunrise you refer to torn two realities, mixing night into day day into truth, needing to speak w/ you. time runs fast & pauses in its stance crossing paths for a purpose or to simply build some reinforced knowledge of.. a new found hope to storytelling.. free inspiration, something to look forward to soul mate references forming bittersweet nothings meaning more yet not enough wine & rum wine & rum wine & rum  

i miss talking to you, is all.. just talking.

wine . rum . music

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