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wake up alone

A Story by Laura

I poured myself over you as the moon spilled into the cracks of your blinds. You sat, your back to me, and I tried to become the source of your atte..

like smoke

A Story by Laura

The fluorescent light bore down upon us, soaking through our shut eyelids. The opening and closing of the wooden door prevented us from fading into a ..

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