"Any beauty has to have a horrible shadow that haunts her" RIP Elizabeth Short 1924-1947.

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2019 accelerated
into 2020's turbulence,
a sea of stills
in want of moving pictures
between us
and wanderlust.
2021 is here
and we stay
reaching
for a horizon
that is calm
and satisfying
in a normalcy
forgotten
yet remembered
somehow.

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Pristine creek
from summer days
when mud was
chocolate pie,
canteens carried
cool water
beneath
plushy cloud skies,
incipient loves
confessed
with candies
and teddy bears
clutching hearts,
now forgotten crushes
far as the stars.

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Stones came tumbling
in midnight rain,
amethyst reflecting
like dew
on windowpanes,
gusts aflutter
like falcons
in flight,
dancing
with my curtains,
drafts plenty
in sight,
so I curled up
in a plush comforter
& listened
to winter's sigh.

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Wary eyed stranger
Lay down your hardships
Time and tide hold you
in destiny’s design

You never know
where it will take you
Journeys of yore
are beyond choice

Come, take my hand now
Find all your courage
Happiness can be anywhere
Love anyplace

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The road was
a river of sighs,
rushes & stalls
from cars
passing by.
A life where
silence echoes
is not for me,
as I find
relief
in music
in more than trees.
Though trees
I do love
between breezes
& gusts,
my soul,
oh, the city
it lusts.

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We don't mean to
make lofty
certain silences,
an unwritten diary
of inequities
to us and others,
serving no one
but the ill-intent.
Smiles become
habit
and the dark
turns into rivers
of shadow
alongside ruby streams,
slowly
cracking.

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He breathed
irreverence,
perforated
our once lulling talks
and painted
ambiguous smiles
on my lips.
I now look
at all the whens
I can remember,
listen to them,
realize
perhaps
he was afraid
and flew
on flimsy wings
as friends said.

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Dragons perched
on sleepless clouds,
tails curled like rings
to forever bound,
alleviating thoughts
that anchor feet,
exonerating guilt
one needn't weep,
breathing magic
into the sun,
they light our days,
for good shall come.

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Leveled with my spirit
is a melody
in the leaves,
how their whistles
can't be measured
by anything.
Though trampled
when crossed
upon dangerous soles,
they stay light
and float
where a friend
in the wind goes.
Spring's first dew.

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Flowers,
all I saw
for miles,
petals drizzling
from trees
tall and wild.
Ancient
was their beauty,
warm
yet kinder
than fire,
never vanishing
from roaming eyes,
a calm to acquire.
None
can tear me
in this
memory
where paper planes
fly.

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Live by personal creeds
even when muffled
by others' searing chains,
tie bright balloons
to their links
and watch them
fly away.
Keep your heart
soft and convivial,
though hardened it appears,
remember you
are not
the weak one there.

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We danced ancient steps
through streets of stone,
visited pâtisseries
for nuggets of gold,
hid from ruthless storms,
though they passed in minutes,
spread our laughter
on strawberry jam
& the clotted cream
beneath it;
in faraway dreams.

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73 years ago, Elizabeth Short began the last three and a half weeks of her life. She’d just had a date with Robert “Red” Manley. He would be the last person she knew to see her alive, an event that would haunt him the rest of his life.

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ブラックダリア様はデザインがとっても好きぃ…セクシーやでぇ。NPCなのが残念。

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