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There on the bathroom floor one can clearly count the hours spent heaped up in piles. Obviously, she loves more than most, even if, she’s always in a hurry to run and disappear. I’m not sure her love that’s so strewn about will ever be enough, but I guess I remind her of every time…

The repeating has begun again. What started out as some vacant whisper has managed to force its way back into my mind. No one has me so trapped inside I gently say your name just before bed. I close my eyes get all shut down lying perfectly still and start to remember just how you…

The temple steps she’s my one and only the sun is at its highest so excited to spend time with her we are wearing all white everything was revealed bronzed and honied shoulders glisten the hours we spent outside. Kneeling in prayer now we love in equal measure as if, doubt sometimes creeps in someone…

Inked stories on both her arms quietly keeping to herself the music pounds and pushes through walls that are now breathing. Temperamental and moody that advice of hers she closes the space here between the both of us she whispers a set of commands. Words mix and swirl in the sweltering humidity we’re anxious to…

There are counting flaws, we all see different patterns here in the everyday objects. Still, something surround us. From a young age we’ve all been taught to be careful please do not touch or disturb certain surfaces. It’s crazy to think tonight love sits in the balance some will freely fall, while others will hang…