Brighton, UK

(By Moonshine)


(By Moonshine)

Still Standing

(By Moonshine)

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(By Dante)


(By Moonshine)

Black Dog

(By Dante)




(By Moonshine)

With My Buddy

By Moonshine


Hand Sand

Running on Empty

It took a while to get there,

With scratched upholstery

And our hard histories of dust.


So close, we could have touched it.

But dark inertia had us.

All snakes; no ladders. No trust.



Now, I know the feeling of Nothing.

But, my friend, that is plenty.

I came through where so many fell,

Because I’ve learned to run on empty.


If every day is a lesson,

Maybe I’ve learned too much

To even want to touch a hand.


But, while I keep drawing breath,

I’ll forge on, and grow old,

Happy to spin gold from sand.

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