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The Love Series: Cumming and Going

For years he came and I went. Last week we switched roles. I haven’t seen him since. Advertisements

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The Love Series: Stay

Tonight I wanna cross the lines I wanna stand next to Darren Wilson and dare him to take another life I wanna let my hair down so the wind can pass through Come here Let me say I love you … Continue reading

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Untitled #231

20/30   I called you the wrong name once during sex. I was mid-fantasy, riding the godly penis of my chocolate nubian prince. heart was thumping,Breath was short and rapid,and my orgasm was right around the corner when I screamed“Yesssss, … Continue reading

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what we lost in the fire

18/30 ashes coat the bottom floor of a house that once stood solidthat once stood strongthat once . . . stood. remnants of the presentmemories of the pastpromises of future times they all lay in her presencesmolderingdissipating Curtin rodscomputer sticksSofa … Continue reading

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(a work in progress- this poem hurts me)

10/30 [unedited with more work to go]   I got my first tattoo on a whim. It was overpriced,Bulky,Ugly,and was one of my biggest choice regretsNever would I do something so dumb ever again (I said). Go with me for … Continue reading

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area rug heart

5/30 when I was youngermy mother constantly had us clean the house as if our life depended on it.wash the baseboardsscrub the wallswash the clothesclean the living roomkitchenbathroombedroomsweep the porchand sidewalksoverandoveragain my least favorite duty was beating the area rugs.we’d … Continue reading

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I write to . . . because . . .

I write to feel alive. I write to explore. I write to breathe. I write because I can’t think if I don’t. I write because my world sucks. I write because I need to write. I write because writing is … Continue reading

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