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Enigma of light, Dark, queer version of a man: Shadow in the night

A family member, though I can’t remember who, Once said that in gardening, it’s all about the roots With linguistics, so I've ..

I met a boy in the summertime who felt so much like spring his touch was neither heated nor chilling, but just the right degree li..

It’s three thirteen on a Sunday morning.You have been gone for 1 year, 7 months, and 10 days.I’ve counted. Sundays are always the cruelest..

The fifth boy I ever dated, and The third boy I’d ever loved Swore on his dusty King James Version Bible There was no greater being in..

Twelve years old and the first fight We’d ever had during a game of Cops & Robbers, You’d escaped the cardboard cell, shed invis..

The intended effect was euphoria, but I felt out of my mind Floating on waves of careless ecstasy, I was supposed To not feel the nerves..

Mama says: You sink or you swim. I just float.

Sex with you was like abstract poetry; I was illiterate.

She felt his kiss like liquid gold in her veins.