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The city moved past, her favorite pastime Watching the could be, what might be, the possibilities Of those lights, that room, this building, speeding the reflections of the river refracting in her mind what might be could she, would he, might be, the activities if she could keep her mind from wandering and wondering silence…
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I leaned in just to lay my head on his shoulder and it gutted me the softness that I could lean in and rest and not have to think – I need your mind to respond – I need you to manage to be a trauma dumping ground – I need you to fix not…
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They gnawed Fraying the rope between my heart and his Their teeth sharpened with doubt, fear and buried insecurities of “do I measure up?”
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Her knees were the first to go. Pinned to the wall, her legs already had limited movement as her pants around her ankles allowed her legs to spread just enough for the hand that was insistently moving inside of her pussy. She was held up by that hand and the pressure of his other hand…
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The refrain made the first tear fall Love was so strong, at least at the beginning Who would’ve thought there’d be an ending I didn’t, but by the time the chorus was on, I knew that the universe conspired That song, that time, as if I didn’t know And tried to pretend that maybe, just…
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Every time You put me in the untenable position to say yes when it really is a no And ask me Do I still Am I still Would I still No Little by little It was lost chipped when you derided devalued denied used gas to light me instead of lighting the spark required overcare…
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When will it be my turn? To feel love as an exchange instead of a hole in my artery leaking the last of my joy My turn to have someone say, I solved the problem, you don’t have to do anything My turn to be heard My turn to have boundaries respected My turn to…
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You asked me to touch you. With purpose. I watched you enjoy the feel of your own hands on your body. Until, in the dark, your tongue made your way around my nipple and my control melted. I came so hard the memory of it makes cum again. You went from 101 to 401 as…
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What does it mean that I found love, but lost my pen? That the words can’t come. Won’t spill out of my head spewing everywhere Did happiness stop me? Unconcious, did I gut myself emptying the bowels of letters that rearranged themselves in my head? 525,600 characters lost to love
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The weight was heavy with frustration, anger, doubt on a bar made of pain but I benched it until failure Exhausting my muscles Tired of adulting Tired of carrying my burdens on my shoulders because I carried yours on my back Tired of begging for the smallest thing I napped away my pain to get…
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Wandering & Wondering 