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I watch your lips contouring into the letters of the words without meaning that you speak as the swing continues to swirl around under the canopy of trees.

Who knew the cement table cracked with a slightly uneven slit stained with our red wine and mischief would be so fragile?

I had greater expectations for it, but then again we weren’t all that gentle with it

All I want to do is make you repair the brittle broken pieces and mend the wedges with your fingers dipped in gold speckle.

Can we close the wounds we’ve left bleed through the cotton white sheets?

The rose petals that laid atop the pillows lay soaking in my morning tea.

Let’s go there

Can you take me there

Come lay inside me

By @Va_leri_a