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The afternoon light
The afternoon light on the resting skin of your belly as we lie afterward and talk is the first sunlight that has reached me in weeks.
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Each day plays out on a flickering screen the same images cycling the same characters and scenes cycling and you can never change the ch...
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Into every nook and cranny you have flowed till every room of life has been refreshed by you and I discover I’ve been swimming through a d...
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The most awful thing of all is when the magic dies, or rather hides itself from our adulting eyes unlike when we were kids and, thinking l...
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