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Breathe

A Poem by Michelle Wallace

Breathe. Just f*****g breathe That’s how I get through the day. Sleep. Never to wake Is this how you want to end up? ..

About him #2

A Story by Michelle Wallace

I sat in the back seat, my fingers gliding through his hair. He was laid down on the passenger seat, eyes closed, moaning if I pulled his hair a lit..

About him #1

A Poem by Michelle Wallace

Harboring thoughts twirling through my tormented mind,I lay awake thinking of you.Of the words you uttered from your lips.Soft precious moments that..

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