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User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 17, 2017 2:32 PM (UTC)
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Which secrets, held in unhewn orange orchards and dusty velvet-hemmed veils, unravelling as the breeze blows them on the whitewashed walls, which will wither when winter winds win?
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 14, 2017 3:28 PM (UTC)
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The cheek feels the softness of the subsiding breeze, a kiss good night, tender deeds deemed tenderer as dusk draws (what we would have called) dodecahedrons, had we known the word.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 12, 2017 3:02 PM (UTC)
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Things we touch, things we imagine: the reflection of the washingtonia on the windowsill, drawing pinker lines on the pink wall like the palm of a hand, pale mystery of day late, like some kind of palmistry.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 10, 2017 3:51 PM (UTC)
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Two silhouettes sway in a soft embrace: their shadow stretches to the shore, pulsating with the backwash, further into the blue, which is gold.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 8, 2017 3:36 PM (UTC)
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The sleepy city walls screen fleeting dreams: picture yourself floating on a felucca, see the palpitating palms, the pyramids, the temples and the sphinxes fixed on the pink.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 6, 2017 3:02 PM (UTC)
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The rêverie beaches slowly on the dimming rivage, and disappears in the dull gleam of doubles entendres: we tend to dream and tend illusions like precious plants. We sleep in rosewood and palissandre.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 4, 2017 2:03 PM (UTC)
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The show of every day is so beautiful all the houses seem to spin their spines to see it better- sunflowers in the last, lingering symptoms of the light season.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 3, 2017 3:56 PM (UTC)
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Not less because in purple I descended the western day through what you called the loneliest air, not less was I myself.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Nov 1, 2017 3:47 PM (UTC)
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Listening to the peal of the bells in the distance, as their sound covers the city, gently, slowly, drowsily, like a child at bedtime.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 31, 2017 3:25 PM (UTC)
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The wisteria whispers in the wistful divide, last look at the light: no clouds to cloud the lonely pleasure, no tide to wet the night.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 29, 2017 6:09 PM (UTC)
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As the pink air ascends like wildfire smoke into the ashy darkness of the night.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 28, 2017 2:33 PM (UTC)
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Do robots drink neon cocktails? (Shoutout to @george_byrne 🌞)
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 27, 2017 2:36 PM (UTC)
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Boulevard of the sea, off the city, phones on airplane mode in the black car, down the cliff road, into the blue.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 25, 2017 2:39 PM (UTC)
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And I find the very mention of you, like the kicker in a julep or two.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 24, 2017 4:15 PM (UTC)
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As the pink air descends on the still façades, on the buildings where all the windows face the sea, like sunflowers do the sun.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 22, 2017 12:03 PM (UTC)
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I heard they found the lost Atlantis, off the spanish coast, with a host of hidden secrets, buried signs and symbols, green and guarded gold, and ghosts.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 20, 2017 2:44 PM (UTC)
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The dance of daybreak, dawn, day, dusk, dark, pulsating and purring like a napping cat.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 18, 2017 3:21 PM (UTC)
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When dusk bluens the porches,
We, sat in the warm shade,
Balmy with laurel and heavy with sleep,
Become scholars of darkness.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 16, 2017 3:03 PM (UTC)
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They say the moon looks pink because of a sandstorm down in the Sahara.
User Image pancrazi Posted: Oct 14, 2017 3:53 PM (UTC)
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If I saw you on the street, would I have you in my dreams tonight?