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He loved likean explosion;I'm still plucking shrapnelfrom my flesh.
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If ever you tell me you love me,make sure you mean it;show it.Make me believe it. Don't lift me upjust to leave medangling on your line. Because, I am..
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"Good sex is supposed to move your soul,"you said, voice peppered with longing. I rolled my eyes (like usual), anddisdain crept into my laughter. "It'..
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Sometimes I sit, staring at the phone balancedprecariouslyon my knee,while I pull the hand-rolled joint gettinghigher and higherjust so I don't fall a..
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I traced the marble countertops with a silent finger, crept around the creaking floorboardsthat always used to giveyou away. I admired the floral arra..
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She dropped a word, the equivalentof a breadcrumb, to see if he would follow.Wasn't disappointed when he tookthe bait.They loosened their lips witha l..
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The holidays. The best times when you're together, the worst when you're apart. Holiday cheer tends to amplify life. Joy and sadness alike. When you'r..
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I never knew the feeling offingers closing around my throat,darkness pressing in at the edgesof my vision.I never knew the taste ofstale Ketamine and ..
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Shhhh...Don't move. Don't evenbreathe.The baby is sleeping,soundly (finally). If youwake her,I am afraid I maysmash her skull against the bars of the ..
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I set a fire in my belly,where all my expectations have come to rest.Swallowed like stones,too large or too heavy to drag from the depths of me.I need..
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