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And
I swear I was a different girl
once.
The pages of my life were full of highlights
and post-it notes, poetic quotes from the minds
of Gott..
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I am not my mother's daughter,nor my father's spitfire of a child.I am not mysister's keeper,nor my nephew's greatest aunt. I am barefoot, two cents s..
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an affair.
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white linen sheets to lay me down with softkisses on bleeding and broken lipshe tore me openwithdrew my heartand lungs - left my liver and kidneystode..
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one year,and a day or two - maybe threeperhaps an entire week has gone and buried since I last stood within a ten foot radius of his existencesometime..
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Staring at the streetlight above his head while his lips pressedagainst mine for thefirst time on that duskySunday morning at fiveam in May; I didn&rs..
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My Love, I have loved you for too long - Stitched wounds sigh for healing and Iawait impatiently My Love, for your roughly labored handsto caress the ..
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index finger pressed - against lips we’re hushdirty little secret within ourselves
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We perform symphonies after midnight, without an audience, for the hell of it. And backstage, your lips and fingers recreate the notes, mistaken f..
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You spilled your DNA Left me in trembles, in your wake You, a devil an angel, I’d suggest God
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