why?

like stones you make me wait
on this bed, my rock my home
no pillow to call this sandman
just a hard knock and a forever unknown…

forgive she was, to me the grace
i found her in a field late last night
still she has no place…

–rob to james

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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