His feet were dangling off the edge of the boat and his reflection was staring back up at him. “I’m having a tough time imagining a fish growing legs and walking out of the water,” he said, slowly r
Paintings of dragonflies dance on the wall. They fly so beautifully, with a unique grace only dragonflies possess. A ceiling fan spins rapidly over his head; another fan on the night stand spins loudl
If love is all I feel Than let it be my muse until it fades If I am consumed by my relationship Than let it devour me entirely I never did have an identity So chew me up and spit me out
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