We hold hands, lockstep towards the unknown. My wounded heart beats the rhythm of desire.…
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We shared in nothing but loss. Our foundation, built upon griefs lament. Though our hearts…
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As I read through your diaries I could see, a woman who at eighteen possessed…
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In the dead air I wait for hope. I bow before no god, pledge no…
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In bed alone, I think of all we once were. Your warm body pressed into…
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Her taste, lingers on my lips as I stumble forward dazed and wounded. Overcome, shock…
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If you want to write. Dont. Walk away, from the keyboard, the pen, the stoic…
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We’re all writers. Some of us, don’t commit the words to page, yet the prose…
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I handed everything she ever gave to me back. Letters, cards every trinket, note and…
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It’s the nightmares that have become the worst. Waking up, sweating and alone. You haunt…
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