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“When did you know you were already falling for me?” he asked as he brush his fingers across her hair. She knew she was falling when she started spending more of her “me time” with him. It was when she would make an effort to walk to him and spend even just a few minutes […]

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the valor of her heart and his wobbly knees have entangled under the sheets their breaths, a perfume, of their bodies and their tongues too much love in the pores of their very caresses and their nightly songs the moon, a witness, of the embodiment of all hopes and love

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what writers fear the most

If the waves of the sea don’t come back to the shore or if the ripples of the bed sheets of two lovers don’t show up anymore. If the birds don’t sing and the flowers don’t dance, or if the words of the books don’t appear. If your irises are nothing but colorless or if […]

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a bottle of beer

you held me tightly devouring my whole being pressing me towards your lips keeping you company through the night you drank me up like one of your liquors savoring me, finishing me ’til the last drop but once it’s over you left me on the counter alone, empty, relentless and unwhole

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and she silently dreamed of happy endings drawing a possibility of stars connected by herself

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