What do you beg for when you think no one is listening, when you are alone with your thoughts, when no one can hear you but the moon and the stars?
Sunday, January 7, 2024
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Bouquet of Fire and Moonlight
I am more than a flower you can pick. I am a bouquet of beauty; the scent of desire, the fragile petal and graceful stem, alive with color....
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Sometimes I think about it, it’s a smell or food or a song that comes on. The ache in my heart is bittersweet. My throat closes up and tears...
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We owned the night last - last night belonged to the girls! So much fun! Friends I haven't seen in years. Dancing. Laughter. Drinks...
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A lot of people talk about fight or flight. And I guess flight was never an option, for me. I got way too much fight in me. There probably w...
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