12213A Poem by Juana Garciawe coast through warm orange amber horizontal lines leading us home with the crickets bursting into their somber songs. our heartbeats say volumes but our tongues are heavy. in this point of indecision- your hands reach for mine. it is when you breathe in and slowly lean back to kiss my neck that i am thrown into certainty. you are mine and i am yours, damn it.
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StatsAuthorJuana GarciaBacolod, PhilippinesAboutBeautiful Mess. A paradox. I let my alter ego do most of the talking. (Non-members can only access a number of s**t, sometimes we quite enjoy the exclusivity) more..Writing
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