#sunsets
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by Michael Plante I’m an old man in a roomreminiscing in memories;the cheap cracked floral wallpaperand the smell of old peopleis certainly a reality I could do without. It is not death I wait forit is the warm summer windfrom the land wherespirit people riseand haunting screams from our past comes alive.It is that I…
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by Michael Plante The world is mine, this time, this space makes me king,a lazy king setting the future with my fortune of today.I make love to my queen in the tall grass.Together we bind the dawn and dusk into onethe breeze and the silence conform into passionwe are at the height of our youthin…
