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This is just something I came up with after I found out my biological father never told me about me having a brother. It's just my feelings on the si..
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She walks away from the cluster of buildings, heavy hearted and misty-eyed. Forcing her legs to work, she places one foot in front of the other, wanti..
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This is a true story about me taking the time to just let out what I'm feeling.
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Second by second,
time escapes.
Tick...tock...
The hands move around and around,
a never ending cycle.
Tick...tock...
In a flash, a day is gone,..
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Rain falls,
pelting me from every angle.
I do not run,
I do not hide.
Lifting my face toward the sky,
I close my eyes,
letting the water seep ov..
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Melt into me.
Pour your body, your soul,
into me.
Touch me with your gentle hand
and never stop.
Kiss me with the passion I crave from you.
Clos..
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This is one of my more erotic pieces of writing. No, it is not a true story, but just like the title...fantasy.
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She's alone tonight. She finds that comforting, yet so sad. If anyone saw her like this, they would think she wouldn't make it. She longs to be curled..
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I am like sand.
Like sand in your clenched hand.
You squeeze tighter and tighter as I sift through your strained fingers.
Grasping for each piece o..
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She holds her weary face in gentle hands, squinting her eyes in protest to the warm, painful feeling building behind them. Her small hands ball into f..
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