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The heat of July came from more than the sun. We learned quickly that lemonade does not quench desire. So we spoke despite our thirst We touched ..

So tell me, when was the last time you ran out of things to say? Where were you, when you were more aware of the color of the leaves outsid..

As I was staring at the sky and you were looking at my eyes a piece of me fell out. A piece of me fell out and rolled away into the shade of th..

Time is liquid it is water and we are parched. Come outside to Turn your fingers into locks cup them with mine, seal up your fingerprints. We w..

Electrical storms are just what we need because atmospheric chaos seems to put our minds at ease.

WORK IN PROGRESS.

So tell me, when was the last time you ran out of things to say? Where were you, when you were more aware of the color of the leaves o..

The slow nights hours spent under those red lights the paper eyes watching ours close. Your limbs spread unnaturally reach for me over pillows..

She came to you seamless. silent. and completely free of flaws. Her movements were fluid. Fluid like the heat that was pul..