..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.
The great escape from reality. I still come for the humor and humanity. I still smile when I see photos of nature and animals. Giggle at pet...
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