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The most beautiful shape you can make with your lips Is one that has no lines To define, to intensify, it holds no ground Yet is str..

I will try to enjoy this silence (the empty spaces which hold the air) climbing up and over used counter-tops filling wooden cabinets. It ser..

* As long as your blueprint remains etched within the frameworks of my brain, like a million shards of broken glass embedded between the carpet,..

"You are a f*****g twelve year-old." I hung up before he could he finish. The both of us, children indeed.

We have come toa point in our conversations, where language means nothing and hardly love holds a purpose any longer. Yet I still struggle to f..

Where we have lain: what an important piece of furniture. It was there upon our first meeting, and when we have reunited again. And again. I..

He uses the tip of his fingers softly applying pressure and traces shapes of things only his eyes can see. Strides clockwise, counterclockwise...

The world changed when I was away. I peek out from beneath my tightly wound scarf, exposing my cheeks to a strange light. The air is hushed. The..

There must be a cold air that fills the absent hole where your heart once was. It helps me understand the reasons you searched for warm bodie..

Reluctantly I go through the motions of turning my light off stalling beforehand staring at my bed. Knowing only I will occupy t..