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Four Promises (2/4)

*The second promise I made to you was to be good, and I think I was beginning to grasp the fact that it might be harder than I thought before that point. In those beautiful summer afternoon hours befo...

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february 3, 2017 5:21PM

I have found myself in many situations wherein, I am idle and my mind is on absolutely nothing and everything; and suddenly you appear. Not your face or your name in bold letters but just the thought ...

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Wonder I often wonder where my past lovers can be? Are they laying in bed still thinking of me? Most likely they’ve moved on to another way of being but I can’t help but wonder about my past lovers. W...

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Quick ego check (yep, still there)

Pratchett chats lead to leaden lens ringing crystal clear, [reference to a conversation last night about Terry P. and his driving anger. Lens to imply looking (in reader retrospect, hopefully] By g...

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Buttons buttons, I tap away Not realizing the moments I don’t tend to pay By queenconiption http://queenconiption.tumblr.com/post/161841150656/buttons-buttons-i-tap-away-not-realizing-the

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hand holding

I’ve been thinking a lotabout hand holding,the vulnerability of it,and how it comparesto mushing mouths,grinding bodies,inserting, outserting. So naturally doesthe moment forkissing introduce itself,t...

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Incredible Differences

a habit–a checkup to check upon childish expectationsof future intangiblea bit–stalking prey on nightsof fowl memory when fingersdo not - cannot - will not touchrealityit’s insurance for a shakyhold i...

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The cigarette

My father holds death in his grip. He clutches it By excruciatingly-mundane http://excruciatingly-mundane.tumblr.com/post/160742670076/the-cigarette

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On Being A Tall Girl

I appear mainly femur,dressed sharply in pallid overcoatsto drive you mad.I am legs straight to the breast. I invite you all to follow my veins hungrily,as you would the road map you cannot read.Kindl...

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I once had a friend With a spark in her eyes By bandages-and-bleeding-hearts http://bandages-and-bleeding-hearts.tumblr.com/post/160759889423/i-once-had-a-friend-with-a-spark-in-her-eyes-a

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