It Kisses Me
It pulls me under, it lifts me up, it tugs at my strings, it grips me, it kisses me; his smile- captures me.
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Black Ink
There she sits stiffly her hands clasped tightly together no sign of movement but the black ink that spills from her eye lids wet tears linger on her skin her eyes tightly shut hoping the cascading tears will cease lips tremble and the illusion of stillness ends abruptly as she seizes her body and wraps [...]
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