Justin Blaney Justin Blaney
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307 why do the people lie awake at night?

Reverie
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307 why do the people lie awake at night? the uncertainty, the hope, the dream, the fear, the loneliness, the pain, the unforgiveness, the second guessing tomorrow and the next day yesterday and the day before the ceaseless throbbing what they have and do not want what they need and cannot find and what they lost and will never regain All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...
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17 take my hand and come with me

Reverie
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17 take my hand and come with me over spring’s peaks and younger wings and nearly blossomed dogwood dreams where future falls from the sky lit with dawn glimmering and hope yawns with sparkling dew  in fields of evergreen below an endless rising sun All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...
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129 though we are mere miles apart, i feel this silent distance in the endless

Reverie
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129 though we are mere miles apart, i feel this silent distance in the endless churning of my stomach and aching of my bones yet my love for you burns on this dragging day, more brightly than sparks that burst from flame tips crackling up into a moonless sky and hotter than saharan dunes untouched by shadow in the heat of an august afternoon All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...
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400 i see you in the beams that break cathedral panes with painted light

Reverie
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400 i see you in the beams that break cathedral panes with painted light i see you in first time fingers intertwined between a million lovers across time i see you in the thunder of a thousand mares tearing down a broken mountainside i see you in a crystal river cutting stone to sand upon an endless sun scorched land i see you in the eternal stars that stretch so far beyond my imagination and i can't begin to take in the meaning of a single kiss from your lips All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...
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376 when the stories spun for profit and entertainment become our primary connection to the world

Reverie
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376 when the stories spun for profit and entertainment become our primary connection to the world, we’ve stopped writing our own, ceding this great gift of life because we’re too bored or lazy or scared to chase whatever we can be All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...
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395 if you ever need a hand to hold

Reverie
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395 if you ever need a hand to hold, a long hug, a smiling face, a laugh, a soft kiss, space for an unknown time, a friend to listen, or just shared silence, i’ll always be here, no matter what or how long, no matter how needy you are, or how much pain you feel, or how down in the darkness you fall, i’m here, forever All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...

12 take our love where tall grass sways

Reverie
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12 take our love where tall grass sways a ways beyond arching willow trees past white rows and stacks of sleeping bees where silver is darkening beneath a sparkling obsidian nightthere we’ll meet you and i where stars lie with fireflies kneed our love in quilted linen melt in moon and straying cloud stirring low and still mingled scents of chamomile and after dinner coffee mills bathed in whispered words endless conversation turned to loosely dressed flirtation your gaze considered its desire a lingered stare blurred from nearness eyes no one alive has seen or perhaps i never lived til now your unveiled heart and hidden parts coursing breath from my chest forcing guess of what comes next let us meet there you and i where stars die in fiery morning sky we find our love in darkness and depth a little death and i’m unable to suppress my obsession softest skin turned to tack as geese bump down your back coals slumping and flurries of sparks hurrying up the chimney floating away with a wish of whimsy to where magic and grief greet on unlit streets i open my eyes when you kiss my cheek and see how far our love has carried us we watch this flock of stars flee from under feet on dawn’s gentle breeze and all that remains is you and me All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...
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121 your closed lips speak volumes

Reverie
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121 your closed lips speak volumes and more still when open your touch weaves such twists inside me to fill a library and each kiss is a chapter in our perfect love story All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering...