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I miss our 8pm stroll that stretched to a good 11pm and the bitter scoldings that were doled out to us at the end of it. 

I miss how you’d tell me stories from books I’d never heard of.

I wonder sometimes if you’d tell me more when we meet again.

Of pigs with wings and autumn’s last leaves,

Of summer adventures in Palakkad,

Of moons with rainbow rings or of new letters from Sharon.

I wonder if we’d still discuss strange theories behind unsettling endings,

Draw together again,

Swoon over unusual hues in new boxes of colour-pencils.

I don’t remember what we talked about somedays,

except that we’d never run out of things to talk.

I miss laughing till our tummies hurt.

Dreaming of Japan and its Cherry trees,

We wove an ocean of dreams, a world within another. 

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I once met a man in a fading dream. Strange as he was, his life devout to writing letters to the moon. Until one day, his once yellow letterbox now weatherworn to grey, burst into a stairway to his one true love.  

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Internal landscape

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“Hop on a cloud!” he said.

And so, I wished. Wished with all my might, wished with all my heart.

The winds conspired. A little late, a little away but a lot, lot closer.

I saw snow.

On my way, I met a friend who I’d longed to meet and ended up befriending 16 beautiful souls who are now, family.

I promise you they will but you must believe. Believe and the clouds WILL! carry you.

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summon your demons and DRAW.  

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The Time siblings

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Fossils of emotion

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Stay awhile longer?

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Hugs ever so gentle,

soul like star crumbs from distant galaxies,

the closest I’ll ever be to home are in these arms. 

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Mr.October is closest to the heart,

Tenth of the twelve,

He reeks of pumpkin ale and puffs up Millingtonia scented clouds,

A little short, a little stout, his temper quick to gain and to loose,

his heart though, kindles a  multitude of emotions,

as many as the colours autumn’s leaves hold.

Ah! his stories so wild and splendid,

The best to ever reach your ears.

Legend has it that he knows as many tales as the strands his luxuriant beard holds.  

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kaze

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when was the last time you woke up drenched in insanity?

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Mugen <3 

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Muse and his muse. #art #autumn #muse #muse triangle #illustration #artists on tumbler

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lunatic