was how he wasn’t really my first, she was. We were explorers of the other’s curves. Our fingers, teeth and lips were ships. Our hands traversed islands of flesh as we stripped away the idea of who we should be, and who we should love, those social handcuffs unlocking at the shrine of our tangled […]
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This is where I like to go before I get to the cracked vase of our life together. The places we once existed but no longer fit right, taken at a time before things didn’t make sense, not because I couldn’t understand them but because I was a child, I shouldn’t have had to. A […]
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You once walked around for two weeks with a broken hand calling it a sprain, before I could convince you to go to the campus infirmary. You returned with a faulty grin and an entire cast of you told me so’s in its cracks. Not long after the bone healed you second degree branded your […]
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