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She dropped the coffee vendor a smile as he handed over her usual order. Gazing off into the distance, she absently stirred her coffee. The Sunday mor..
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There comes a time in everyone's lives where we must leave the path we were on in search of a new one. Some of us like to comfort ourselves by preten..
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Four frames stood silhouetted in the balcony, their stillness broken only by the occasional pass of a cigarette between them. Tired eyes and weary sho..
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I don't think I ever told you my favourite thing about you. Frankly speaking, it's unlikely I'll ever be able to, but looking atthe way everything sta..
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Soft sunlight streamed into their room from the window, the swirling dust caught in its path the only movement in the still warmth of the morning. She..
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Their discussion continued into the depths of the night, drifting between topics ranging from matters of little relevance, to dissecting parts of the ..
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The empty space on my bed yearns for your presence the same way my heart aches to see you smile. Not for any elaborate reason, but simply because you ..
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To say that the definition of our relationship is unclear would probably be the understatement of the year. Stuck somewhere between the comfort of fri..
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Your name is interesting. I like the feel of it. Not because it rolls off the tongue easily, which it doesn't. It is a tad foreign, yet feels slightly..
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We would always belong to each other, for our marauding hearts had spent too long wandering the uncharted seas between forever and never, wreaking hav..
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