Poems from sera-fina

The streets are collecting dust and so are my friends, and I just don't see the silver lining anymore on these wretched, sunless days. ...
I wished that I liked oatmeal for more than just its comforting aroma because it appears to be perfect for winter mornings.   Winter...
spicy brown mustard newsboy cap cream colored soft shirt rustic blue sky denim jeans shoes the color of grand canyon dirt.
she points to her old teeth. she asks me if she should get them all pulled out, all at once, or one by one, a process. partial dentures?...
Candles multiply,  like a fire spreading in our hearts. A fire of passion, a passion for life, that keeps on growing, as we keep on going...

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