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My stories

Cherry

a perfect snowglobe

Love quietly stands in a memory like a letter written in the universe. I miss you; i miss your half smile in an icelnadic winter snow. So long ago,...
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awake

They take our lives into a whirwind of confusion. and wrong ideals; moments on a computer screen that is only a continuous echo. Awaken before their...
Cherry

thought

Somehow the party before it all ends or begins again in confusion about freedom and the lie brought forward in the light of the sun and the silence...
Cherry

one note before we choose to expire

you see it is one moment that quiets the storm; moments we compose in studios at 3 a.m; the world is still and the glass of wine finds the in between...

random notes

random notes played upon my piano, my cello bathed in midnight moonlight ; my sorrow, my joy, left upon each key struck by moonlight. Close my eyes,...

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