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#1744

The space
between us
transcends
all distance.

We sit beside
one another,
and I still feel
lightyears away
from you.

#1743

This is the part that
leaves us breathless—

running so fast that our worries
blur into one another,
laughing until tears
stream down scarlet faces, 22 more words

Clearku

to embrace my truth
the way I’ve coddled my fears
courageous freedom

___________

Originally posted July 7, 2014

Oh what a beautiful morning.

Foil’s floating on my

coffee so glad my breakfast’s

trying to kill me

Absent

It’s the mornings when I miss you most…

Where on tousled sheets your scent lingers 77 more words

Poetry

Absent

It’s the mornings when I miss you most…

Where on tousled sheets your scent lingers

It’s the afternoons when I miss you most…

Discussions from Thai, to travel, to singers… 87 more words

Personal Thoughts

not entirely a trashy writer

Girls were ciphers he couldn’t bother to solve these days.

Grievances aside, he assumed some girls probably liked to trounce one another – looks, studies, whatever – vote of confidence and all that, why else would they go to the toilets in droves? 10 more words

Writing