Telling motel secrets to the darkness. Wishing they would pretend not to listen. Stories of a flower that he once lost to the lies and time. Not that it did not mattter to him then. Not that it does anymore now.
Talks about life. Relationship: with people and the world around me.
And, myself and my little world. Prose poetry. A few verses here and there.
Some parts are true; others are not.
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