The Email Meet me for a drink, he writes, there is time to spend freely this starlit night under a Flower Moon, it's been too long since we last spoke there are things to say too long unspoken. The span of time matters not to lovers who once kissed— under the spray [...]
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Why We Were I stand on the corner looking for a ride. I want to go to an unknown place, to be anywhere but in this moment where you intrude, standing defiant in my thoughts amidst the rubble of shattered expectations not agreed between, only in me. I heard what I wanted and [...]
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