No Offense Mr.Holmes

I woke up to being asked If I liked piña coladas  I replied “I prefer coffee in pajamas”  With a little Ernest Hemingway and a deep conversation  Looking into her soul at twenty twenty  Not blinded by inebriation 

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Fork in The Bench 

I saw you again sitting at the bench that I run by every other afternoon You made the finger motion for me to come near  Excited by nostalgia I made it towards your way  But the wind brushed with your Sixer’s blazer in a certain way to reveal the needle wrapped in your Grandfather’s red handkerchief  […]

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