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one. if there could be just oneone pair of eyesthat will lookfor mine firstone seat savednext to himfor all the daysthat remain for usone man to pull meinto wearisome armsdeciding that wemust never be partedjust onewho could findthe courageto want mefor who I amand not in spite of itI believe that I could ceasethis unbidden
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Sunday morning.. I awake to you already unfolding me and taking me in..Your tongue is eager slithering through my syrup..Your fingers digging into the soft wet cake of me, pulling me forward as they curl deliberately within my body..My hips respond, rising into the sunbeams that force their way through gauzy curtains..And before my eyes
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I have loved the worst of men and I have loved the best of themand somewhere in between thankfully not at the beginningbut also regrettablynot at the endI loved you the blood& the bones
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All the hidden lies and half truths live in the beautiful words they give you dig them out push your fingers into dirt and rocks, the sharp and jagged things beneath the softness.. I know your hands are bloodyand tireddo not stopthere is will be something waiting beneath the veil of surfacewhat they should have
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She says isn’t it wonderful to be an idea? And I think of how it is more like a prison. Never getting out of the walls someone else has built around you. Never living up to them if you do. the blood & the bones
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• therapy • I would wait like this all dayif I knew it was the only wayto dull the rage that you carryto bring you back to yourselfI know some purge words for releasebut those wordsthose actionsdon’t feel familiar to your careful tongueso instead I invite you to find the things you need to say
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• I had never done this before. I know women say this quite frequently but this was not my thing. But it had been too long since I had been touched. Too long since I felt the fire that desire lights inside me. I wanted to be free from loneliness for just one evening but
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When I say it is unconditional, it is to say that I love you in the darkness between stars. And that I love you still when there is more falling rain than sun beams and more silence than sound. the blood& the bones
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Will he know when he is older..When his stands looking down at his ever present Mother..What I did just to raise him to believe his Father was a God?The steps I took to ensure that he would never question that he was loved beyond measure from both sides of his bloodline?Will he know the things
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scars and linesonce loathedbut nowthat I have learnedto dig my own fingersinto their groovesI realizethey aremy road mapmy brailletelling the storyof all the livesI’ve livedinside this one the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 