he's waiting at the station when you arrive along with the prudence you left behind although you were still prudent...
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Scarlet poppies in my hand like blooming blood crawling up my throat out into my palm to give to you...
There's something strange about the stress in my head which away as if tied to the cash in my hand...
When your fingers were soft my words were wise. When your smile was wide my pages were crisp. And your...
“kiss me goodbye,” i said, “in case i never see you again.” but who am i kidding? i will see...
Is it really that unbelievable to have made it this far? You ask, worried, not understanding the days and weeks...