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Sam Porter, Midnight gun toter, Roaming around under streetlights. Unsuspecting residents are tucked in for the night. He makes his way into the ell of the building, Keeping sure out of camera’s sight. ‘I know why you came,’ says the … Continue reading
Spirit in the dark, You keep me from falling apart – Even when I’m in the shadows I know there’s still a part of me That can never break away. I’ve been waiting for the sun On an endless stormy … Continue reading
What’s my name you ask? Well why the hurry and the fancy dress? Who are you trying to impress, With your haircut and whiskey breath?
Look a little closer, What do you see? Imperfect beauty Overshadowed by tragedy.
What does it take to be considered alive? All contrived, Everything thriving on the inside? While we are left dying with every truth we hide.