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    He comes home from work every evening at six. He’s never late. He sits down to the meal his sweetheart has made him. They eat together and talk about their day. He tells his sweetheart all about the projects his boss has given him, and how stressed he is. But of course, he doesn’t forget to ment...
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    I’d tell you your eyes look a lot like stained-glass, with the sun shining through - a Monday sunset. And your voice sounds like a new pumpkin spice candle, when I breathe you in you taste of the beach, with seagulls and sand and sunshine. Your thighs feel like home - a place I haven’t v...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Virginia didn’t always take the long way home; or maybe she did. She felt apathetic towards time. On her left, she passed by the bakery owned by a dear (as ancient as she was) sweet soul who lived but five houses down the narrow street from her. She watched the run-down, yet popular rustic bui...
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    I creep out of my red wooden front door, and I am immediately blinded by harsh light. According to the sun, it’s nearly eight A.M; early yet. Perfect. The bottoms of my feet are tickled by the faded straw Welcome mat my mother insists on keeping. I push down, letting the prickly straw leave...
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    her bones are brittle like depleted desert sand, translucent skin shows - atrophied muscles dripping off onto the floor match her withered heart - she is not in there her body does not belong to a healthy mind...

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