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well-traveled hands

do you remember how it used to be? when we were still innocent, so much younger? do you remember the first time you saw me? i was wearing my cousin’s old tank top and a pair of shorts. i remember … Continue reading

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fluttering

be sure to go slow with my heart, it already beats too fast. and, for me, it’s different when you hold your hand in mine or when you look at me like that. sometimes, i’m left without breath for no … Continue reading

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Old Hands

His old hands are ready. He lets out a sigh and reaches for his paintbrush. For him, painting has evolved from a hobby into an obsession. His weathered fingers clutch the brush carefully, examining the shape and age. He views … Continue reading

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Your Feet

Your Feet “When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. …But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and … Continue reading

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What Holds Me Together

High above, amongst the stars, God checked his watch, and realized it was time. Time to make a story, my story, mine. He wove together a string of trinkets, some rusty, some silver, some gold, and some of precious stones. … Continue reading

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