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some would call it serendipity;
not quite sure what we were looking
for,
but managing to find exactly what we
wanted
between the s..
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you sung me your twingesswirling in the empty roomechoing like ripples on a pondfinally settling beneath my boneshazy heads and heavy eyelidsour high ..
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habitual fallings with inevitable
endings
i watched you fade like the bruises on
my neck
the crimson coloured marks gone
just like..
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i.when the bruise coloured skies
shed their skins and left behind a thick, black night
you went with them.watching you
fade was like s..
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Impressions of my unmade bedthe
only remnants of our endless nightswith legs tangled up in
knotsand tongues dancing as oneOnce laying t..
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We let our wondering hang off the edge of ourselvesuntil it slipped from our loose grips.The wanting came in waves,crashing upon my worries and fallin..
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you left a while ago,but your scent
stained my sheets,and the warmth of your body lingers in the
seams
i can still feel your body
ent..
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"I'm in love with you."A drunkenly slurred sentence,sputtered from behind your knotted tongueleft me wondering if you let it untangle itself,unfolding..
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A Story by Laura
The day's end is pronounced by the
moon's awakening. It sits above us, almost unsure, as it gleams
faintly upon us, creating our shadows. I turn to ..
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All of the flavors of you are woven in
my hair;along with the sweet scent of summer still stuck to my
skin.I harvest rivers with the memories of tha..
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