we'll never be the same
meadows in march, the water still and steady; daisies under picnic blankets. we fall in love, we don’t think we’ll ever be the same....
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darling, please
your skin covered in honey, sickly sweet blushing in the lamplight, your hands stick to my stomach as if by glue, as if you’re mine....
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an act of creation
we were beautiful together: an act of creation crafted with calloused hands and too much hope. there was a moment, that winter, where i...
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