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This haze doesn't move on. These windows are clouded with fog. My seat is hard and uncomfortable. Who is the conductor and where is she taking us..

with your skin as smooth as silk your eyes the color of a summer sky your hands as elegant as a flawless diamond with your voice as pure as cotton ..

Still can't say I think it was worth it

I am waiting for you. You have missed the exit, surely. Somewhere, you are looking in on me. In the yellow haze of your apartment, I've lost mys..

She deserved it

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

Vanessa Bett Writing