The Bell Tolls

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At the nape of your neck.. my pale fingernails linger in thin curls.. softly pressing you into my cheek.. your ear to mine.. around my shoulders you rest.. tender grazing on soft sheets..we wrap each other.. we hold and console carefully concealing one another.. tightly safeguarding… At times, I am …

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Plucking Daisies

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He loves me, He loves me not… Yep. Biting my lip at the thought of happenstance. The thought of convenience, the thought of “In the Moment”, the thought of loneliness or wanting. Maybe, a lustful thought that lasted longer than expected. Maybe, the thought that it would only last a …

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