Every inhale, each
Single exhale, rhythmic beats,
Buried in your scent.
Single exhale, rhythmic beats,
Buried in your scent.
Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
This was incredible.
ReplyDeleteYou have been inspiring me to try writing again.
I just feel like my brain is sifting through mud for the past few months.
Thank you for linking to the letter I.
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It is an honor to hear such warm and heartening words, Jenny. Thank you so much.
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