was leaving a bridge no return key
left for the storms to tear up and thwart
love ain't no juvenile sport.
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec... -
I count myself with the most fortunate to have little toes to call piggies and little giggles to tickle out Her toys sprinkled around our ...