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You flow: Pulsing, like the lapping waves brushing cattails at the bank. You surprise me at every twist, pulling me beneath yo..

I don’t remember when I got involved with disengagement, if that’s even something one can become involved with. Yet it’s so..

It was during the silent car ride home following your death that I gazed through the window to find a wispy cloud spiraled about itse..

Universally, it is human nature to divide the greater wholes into bite-size units that are friendlier, easier to swallow. This is wha..

I love the sound of the sea, Pulling me to you, to me. I think of the months passing, like waves tumbling upon themselves, collaps..

I think the problem was in you thinking this meant something. I just needed an outlet in which to satisfy my daddy kink. You’re mor..

What marvel of humanity, when, upon gazing at the frozen pond in the park, decided to walk across to the other side? How did that tho..

I can remember counting the ceiling tiles. Seventy-two. I have a friend in the architecture program and she said that figure sounded ratio..

I had never loved you more. Never more than the night that your relationship ended over the phone in quick taps. You said it was ..

“Have you ever been in love?” “Once, a while ago.” “What was that like?” “Like gliding through ..