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The trouble curves are happen stance triggered by some chance encounter. With just one look, all good judgement is stripped and torn away. Today we must redefined as the beginning so that yesterday will have its purpose. Everything between the delicate strangers was going exactly as planned, a chance encampment with a stranger was the…

Nostalgia’s quick and easy grasp the memory trigger pushes us up and over the edge we go. There’s no use in feeling the height of this fall will be enough to kill us both. We have these last few seconds here on this earth before we reset and start again. Her hands have always been…

From this start until our last, it’s hard to get out of our own way. Yesterday had all its promises, yet today we have no imagination still stuck in our stubborn ways. If words are all that we’ll ever have let’s make each writing a trigger back to the days when we were lovers. That…

With everything all figured out, it’s been a week now since speaking strictly in confidence. Love torn is love divided and it is all too easy to go all quiet. When yesterday spoke and refused the hand a coveted position was lost or was it stolen? The seasons do not ask if it is their…

Accepting the invitation, as much as he would not meant giving his chance away. At second or third thought it would have been crazy of him to turn down such a request. It would have taken in fact the strength of ten very muscled bound men to stop this strange encounter from ever happening, but…