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last call


these voices aren’t yours no matter how much i scream. these hands will never feel like yours, even as they grip me these lips on me can’t be as sweet as you no matter the number of kisses left on … Continue reading

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Last thoughts 


I was here with you In our space  The 1st time place we ever made love. I mean the place your maidenhead spilled on my bed.  I look at the walls & see the holes we left.  I see my … Continue reading

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2 tears


My hero is in the hospital Last week she lay on the couch not moving The week before she was running around. Today she stutters her words Last month she almost sang them Today I cried My hero is in … Continue reading

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