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Sprinkles on frosting…
Sadness, too, is like chocolate. It can fill a soul with its aroma, a body with its weight. The taste of it lingers on the tongue long after the wrapper’s been chucked away...
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Unsigned Love Letters: In the Memory of Loving
Time and memory are unwilling, do not wish to allow you the chance to decode the why's of your fall...
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Unsigned Love Letters: Magic In A Bottle
You’d be happy to know that today, I have finally accepted that it is futile, unbecomingly so, to wish for the untethered vestiges of my mind to morph my image of you...
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Unsigned Love Letters: The Symphony of Your Name…
I came to see you today. That is, I came to return a belonging of yours...
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Unsigned Love Letters: Estrangement from the Sacred…
I have realized I’m a resent-er. A conformist resent-er, that is. But as I write this, I realize that what I dislike most of all is my own cowardice and inability to draw…
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Unsigned Love Letters: The Lion and the Grasshopper…
Do you even see, understand how wide the chasm between us is? It was wider than the sky and the earth, for even they touch at the horizon...
