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The stench of your skin still lingers here
A deep sweet of pure delusion
Your smirk pasted on my heart
Too much of myself gone
I begin again
Lost in newness
Breathing light
Stumbling
Whole
About the Creator
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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"Lost in newness", that was so relatable and heartbreaking
Beautifully done, heartfelt. Get him gone!