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I can clearly taste the exact places you’ve been, because in my eyes, unlike all the rest those traveled places become the cherished little gifts. Stripped for me you stand in your place ready to let me feed your wrist, the first offering. I trace until your eyes fall backwards and in this nothingness of…

Tripping over the last time I felt you loved me, the neon glow inside doesn’t quite work how it used to when your quiet footfalls walked alongside me. I don’t mind if we could be like how we used to be. There’s something safe about knowing what I don’t. I turn to see if it’s…

The inspiration was never too far away from yesterday and forward I swore I would take each day pretending it was some cherished gift. Spend time with me, so we can illustrate love behind the backs of everyone while they pray in church. Oh my goodness, you’re prettier than I ever imagined, the pictures you…

Her eyes awash in this particular shadow she narrowed her focused it was the warmest of warm. Her fingers centered and cupped perfectly one could seemingly drink forever and it went on like this for hours. To be hand picked or chosen it felt amazing to be her prized possession to give without permission, she…

Coming from my sacred place I know how my mind works and quite honestly I can easily claim I wish I never knew what to say. Clearly I can go back and remember a time when her fame was all that ever mattered. I can remember the taste, the joy we felt, devouring the hours…