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Do you remember that day we 
Walked through North London
In the misty, falling rain
And we went to that vintage shop? 
You bought that Rolling Stones t-shirt
Damaged and thin
It was worn and old and had seen better days
But you had to have it
You loved it so
And we both loved them
We made love for the first time
To Beggars Banquet
And you fancied yourself a young Jagger
You thought highly of yourself
To be sure
But you weren’t wrong.

Of all the memories of us
I miss that Rolling Stones t-shirt
And how it had that tear in the fabric
By your left hip
Near that tattoo I learned to love
Oh your exposed skin
I used to kiss that spot and drive you wild
And I know you remember that
And that night we went to the after party
After the show
In Marylebone
And the liquor was flowing
Trading whiskey kisses
My Jameson soaked breath hot against your ear
You wore the Stones t-shirt that night
My fingernails on your back
Through the fabric
I’m afraid I may have added a new tear or two 
My apologies, love.

Oh how I miss that t-shirt.

Original Work: KH 7/17/14

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We’ll make a home
Inside our bed
We’ll have everything we need
The sheets to form our roof
Pillows on which we’ll lay our heads
I’ll make some tea
You can share it with me
And everything will be just us
We’ll eat if we need to
I’ll bake something good
We’ll survive on the little we need
To sustain us
Your whiskey breath
To match my own
Maybe I’ll pour us a glass or two
Irish imported as it should be
Play that old record
Let its song fill the air
We’ll move in rhythm to everything that we hear
Our boozy laughs and sloppy kisses
My mind feeling quiet for once
But my body feeling very ready
I do enjoy your oversized hands
With fingers that go on for days
I’ll fix the sheets to make sure our roof
Stays strong
I’ll run my fingers through the floppy curls
That sit upon your head
And frame your lovely face
Anything to keep my wandering hands
Slightly preoccupied
Because otherwise
The rest of the time
My hands will be entertained
With certain parts of your body
That I favor now and then
As I feel your fingers on me
Tracing circles I can’t describe here
Maybe my lips can have some fun too
As they make their way
Down a familiar path of your chest
And stomach
And to my favorite place…

Maybe we could make our home here
Maybe just for a little while
Inside our bed
Outside of my head
Where all was light
And not an ounce of dread.

Original Work: KH 8/21/14

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Moving Like Waves

I want to feel 
The weight of you on top of me
Your hips pressed into mine
The muscles of your masculine back
Moving like waves
Beneath my fingertips
As I press them into your flesh
Your fingers pulling on my blonde hair
And running along my feminine curves
I want to feel intertwined with you
As if we were one.

Original Work: KH 9/19/2013

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She lay in the dark and knew everything.
- Ian McEwan, Atonement

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…And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- William Butler Yeats

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This melancholy London. I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
- William Butler Yeats in a letter to Katharine Tynan, dated 25 August 1888

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Thank you for bearing with me as I changed my theme 800 times tonight, my scattered and crazy mind couldn’t choose one, so I decided on the most minimal and simplistic layout I could find!

Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn…
- The Wallflowers, One Headlight

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Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.
- Rod Serling

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They say a dream takes only a second or so, and yet in that second a man can live a lifetime…
- The Twilight Zone, “Perchance to Dream” (1959)

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Being like everybody is the same as being nobody.
- The Twilight Zone, “Number 12 Looks Just Like You” (1964)

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