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void. it was the want that was heavyand I knew they could see it, spilling over, hard to holdespecially with hands turned toward the sky, arms extended to their limitalways, alwaysthese loud questions thumping in my covetous chestwhat within was so void I sought feeling even if it was pain?what was so cold I sought…
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his gift. taking has always seemed like a gift in and of itselflike a man who knows he’s offering an experience you can’t get anywhere elseone that is so far removed from the day to day pushing forward to gain grounda woman like me must do to surviveI want to bow my headI want to…
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Dear Mama, It’s almost been 2 years and I’m not who I was. I’ve changed so much. Found the edges of my kindness and my anger. Found the shut door. Opened it for all of us. To see you better. To know me better. To love him more. I don’t try to avoid the truth…
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Dear Mama, I’m not who I was. I’ve changed so much. Found the edges of my kindness and my anger. Found the shut door. Opened it for all of us. To see you better. To know me better. To love him more. I don’t try to avoid the truth now that I know it first…
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Loving you is like making peace with the version of myself I was never allowed to be.And accepting that I’ll never be more than this or what I thought was better than what I am in my own skin.Greater than all of that, is the fact that it is a blessing, not a curse as…
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mouth. God gave me a mouth for many thingsfor taking infor savoringfor expressionfor voicing what I wantand more importantlywhat I need and what I’m saying to you now is you shouldmake mebegfor it the blood& the bones
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if. It wasn’t ever really about love with you. Instead, it was about need and urges and quieting the bellowing beast and bloodlust inside both of us. What if I feel this way forever? What if I never feel this way again? the blood& the bones
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anges et demons. He wasn’t anything like all the others I’d known. Rather, he was a man of experience. He’d definitely seen some things and he’d done even more. That’s what drew me in, I think. The fact that he had observed evil and good in contrast and in motion. That kind of grounding and…
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What he does not know about me could fill a library of books. He just thinks I’m one of those lost souls that was never understood. He’s right but there is so much more he can’t know. That what he feels for me won’t let him see. Like how I am sitting here in this…
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I often reminisce on when you would not take no for an answerthe brutality of being wanted that muchand how that desirewhich said you will not deny mestarted the fire that burned on the pyre time and distance had built for usfeeding the flameseach time you spread me open and pushed apart my reluctance or…
