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Damn, your eyes.

Draft 4 (HER) He had beautiful eyes. Not the kind which makes you want to drown, but the kind that makes you want to swim…

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Half.

Anxiety, Hope, and A few wishes to elope. The glass was half-full. Love, Sunrays, and A few reasons to stay. The glass was half-empty. I…

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Cinderella’s shoes.

"Upon the palms of my hand, I have written your name."  - Isaiah 49:16 He had never felt the warmth of her fingers before. He…

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The fallen star.

"Have you seen a fallen star anywhere?" - Neil Gaiman Star gazing, and Neck kissing Stormy nights, and Wild mornings You. You were my sun…

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Home.

This post is completely about me. "Souls tend to go back to what feels like home." - N.R. Hart Home is the nicest word there…

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