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The day we broke up, the dying Sun was a blackish crimson like the color of menstrual blood. The only sounds heard were the incessant cawing of crows that sounded like the noises a lunatic in unendurable, emotional throes makes. There was a slight drizzle, but it wasn’t like the soft healing rain that people…

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After we made love the other night, I looked at you, lying naked, silhouetted against the moonlight that crept into our apartment like a voyeur. I traced my calloused fingers against the outline of your body – the curves and the arched back, speaking a language of fiery oranges and whispered reds. I then looked…

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The whisper and the drizzle

I’ve always dreamt ofliving in the mountainswith you; in a quaint,little cottage with itsfireplace, and high,vaulted ceiling. I’vedreamt of the two dogswe’d own and the longwalks we’d take whenthe mist kisses the pinesand the twilight caressesthe steeple of the oldcathedral with its delicate,orange fingers. But latelywe’ve found ourselves ina cul-de-sac of melancholycircumscribed byramshackle huts,trash bins…

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