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I put pen to paper like how you put your lips on her skin—slow and reverent. Making her blush in a way I’ll never get to taste. Where the desire lingers in both of your eyes. The ink hesitates where I do. It pools in the broken crevices, in the pauses where your name almost forms but never arrives. A fleeting ghost. You linger more in memory than in life. I imagined the warmth of you, not as something I had or created, but as something I circled endlessly. However, you circle

water runs past cracked glass, with droplets splintering after each intrusion. one by one. i come undone. face warped with each illusion....

lonely winter nights give the sweetest dreams to i. of the home i call of you and the weight of your body ‘gainst mine. cradled in the...

One born of earth, Bearing darkness and light, Shall oversee the humans and their kind. Bringing misfortune to those with teeth so sharp....