Steeped in Sable
A Terrible Fondness
A Trick of Light
Amount to Nothing
Death Machine for Use in War
Don't Want Your Fire
I Hope You Like the Night Because There Will Be a Lot More of Them Now
In the Pause Before the Thunderclap
Missionaries and Cannibals
Of Roses and Flame
Summer Days (Flake Away)
This Narrator is Unreliable, and His Story is Implausible
What Horizons Hide
When You Are Away
A Terrible Fondess
Gentle stars sparkle in her eyes.
We speak of nothing, yet in its tangles slips away the night.
And when her eyes fall softly like the snow,
once again I'm baffled as to why she wants to go.
Copyright 2013 by Dan Bach.
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