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Peaches

it is the way everything comes around how the snow melts into the soil soaking it – the need to make it soft and wet before you can plant the seed before the budding and the blossoms start to grow … Continue reading

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Sometimes I Wish I Were A Book

  Sometimes I wish I were a book placed delicately in your hands so I could feel you run your fingers down my spine – and allow my words to seep through your skin Would you be able to put … Continue reading

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Spilled Words

I guess you know by now that you have always been my muse –   begging me to write us in permanent ink – words spilled on pages of bodies spilled on sheets   I don’t know if it’s the … Continue reading

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