I do not know you. I do not profess to comprehend how you feel. Yet…
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I held you that first morning, your tiny hands grasping at mine. You were so…
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He sat, huddled against the metal chair outside the bar, hands sheltering his cigarette from…
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The last vestiges of sunlight dipped below the gleaming towers of the city as the…
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How I lament our confluence. Blurred neon blinding, amidst the deafening echoes of that pulsing…
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“Your love is an ocean. An endless blue expanse uncharted. As I drift upon your…
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