Bickles

A dirty november night

Muddy and cold

With winding road

Tiwning thoughts of futures

Uncreated and unknown

Fantasy mixed with fire

Movies unwritten

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Learn to swim or build a boat When you walk or wander into water You tread the waning tide For fear of drowning in the smallest moment

A ripe laugh cracking through the cold night air late// early morning With the world asleep around us we have created a haven...

A man puts on a suit for the last time, across town a woman puts on a dress for the first time. They meet by sunset Slim cut mohair, dyed...