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he came to her, a sleepy kitten in a morning of fog and diluted light poles the sun was a long and thin glimpse of cloudy orange she sa..

we drove a truck on a Sunday to a place that once housed us, and alone by ourselves we called home it was the scent of dank a..

this is the parka i told you about, mauve, the one i bought on sale, the day i was lucky to have the umbrella you gave me, since i keep ..

You smoke a lot, I accept that about you You also have the habit of looking out the window Not for people, not for anyone you know Not fo..

the way you hold onto my arm when the streets are empty, save for one or two passing cars you spend more time tending the azaleas than..

As if we were on top of a mountain, and your words could cut across air The air was flesh, your words, daggers the smell, the..

if your heart is not in it it does not have to be not really " ……………………&h..

he was the boy who wore plain shirts, the usual jeans, and sneakers sold on sidewalks he played basketball, looked at pictures, comic ..

I will not admit. I do not want to know. Your thoughts replenish my hive I would not look at you, I detest your kindness Your words and you, ..

It was our private joke We will write letters until they demolish the Post office as they did the telegram and tethered permanently solid-..