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Little compares to a swelling of breast; the accompanying hand that slides between once idle icy fingers to bring about ..

Sometimes the world is such quiet place- with an undertoning hum as the overtone of life. Even silence is a sound. don't forget to listen.

Such a morning as this can have no equal. Except perhaps tomorrow.

Work Money Love and Lack thereof. Calories Carbs and Little Debbie bars. Family ties in dire states and years go by with fewer dates...

Time drags as dry skin on a summer slide, yet there never seems to be enough of it. We make light of the things we need- like sleep, laughter, an..

The picture shows how the spacing should be. This site doesnt allow for it.

In shade of the riverbank upon a blanket spread they rest. His fingers trickle through her so short hair like water on rock. They laugh ..

Each morning brings the sky to bruise, with blacks and blues of many hues. The moon begins to fade away and as its ghost-- a dawning day. ..

This site doesnt allow for structure... I hate it. So do your best to read it as the picture is.

She bounces lightly with impatience- swinging her halfling legs through the air under her chair as my fingers deftly twist the strands of ha..