..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
The first gasp for air,
it wasn’t you holding me
as we danced under stars
It was my heart
under attack.
The sweet coppery blood
that pooled on my tongue
as I cried out in pain
so only the
dead could hear.
They say it is normal to feel torn, when your future is uncertain. I’ve felt torn apart my whole life. And even that statement is grossly un...
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