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my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
Tricks and Trade Secrets by Zac Oberg I moved to the high school that I graduated from halfway through junior …
How do you help those who do not ask for help? the stagnant stench of well wishes left out to …
Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …
Three months ago, I was a kid. Today, I’m a kid. Three years from now, I’ll still be a kid. …
A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …
Don’t blog me, blogger. I’ll blog you til’ kingdom blog, blogger. It’s all about the blog, don’t you blog? What …
Don’t tell me some divine isn’t out there watching over us, listening to every single thing every single person (7.075 …
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