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I closed my eyes while I drove home tonight
I wanted to see if I could remember the curve
of your spine, your lips, the jut of your hip.
(if these walls could speak,
they would scream your name.)
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no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
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Goodbye, Caroso
Unmarred by clouds, the perfect blue sky mocked the parched brown desert. The wastelands had been denied precipitation for too long. The drought pushed away people and animals and turned the sparse vegetation the color of dirt to match the rest of the scenery. Wanderers escaped to cooler areas between rock outcrops, but just when the desert seemed devoid of human life, peddlers looking to make money would arrive from across the canyon with food, water and supplies. People appeared from all edges of the desert and swarmed the makeshift trading stands like hungry locusts.
Thalia didn't like the company. She preferred days spent in fellowship w
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Screaming Under My Breath ...
Screaming Under my Breathlessness…
The unexpected moments of remembrances strangle
I am not that strong anymore …
I miss you - more than him
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