E.A.: Man.

my eyes.  Death.  My death.  He came knocking this week…hard.  and now, this black silhouette that tugs at my heart strings crucifies my soul against my need to go on living…


,they are words thou longest to bring forth to thou aching needs—

you finish it.

not sure i can.

not sure.


but if I do I will land on the woman I love and I cannot fall on the most gentle smile, most poetic eyes ever created by God’s brush.

Joseph Arnone


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