The marks started as almost a whisper.
Building to the slightest twinge,
Almost a caress.
Pencil marks rained
And just rained
Drop after drop of dry graphite
Filling dreams into corners
Flowers, smiles, summer dresses
Saved in mothballs.
Camphor, wine, and laughter
Distilled to black
~ Harry Philbrick
What do you do when you need a pick me up?
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