It Begins And Ends In Much The Same WayA Story by Nykkiicia CionDo you remember that first month? You know the one. When you can't get enough of him and you call him for no other reason than to hear him speak. And you get butterflies that swoon and make you excited and breathless at the same time whenever he's close. whenever his breath touches your ear. And when he smiles... Oh, Lord, when he smiles... © 2009 Nykkiicia Cion |
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Added on January 22, 2009 AuthorNykkiicia CionKingston, JamaicaAboutI try to be a poet. My writing is my therapy I think...it started to save me since I was 14 years old...and it hasnt lost its grip on me yet. I enjoy that I can share my mind with complete strangers a.. more..Writing
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