We Drowned Out The Voices

We drowned out the voices in our hearts that our love had run its course, for this night at least the old music played louder than the truth that beat beneath our shirts, and as the stars melted into morning we smiled at the old stories and left our love hanging in the air as we embarked alone on our tomorrows. xx Atticus

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"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere.