No Better Words: Why do I run from you When you are enough for me There are no better words Than those within thee Why do I turn my back When following you can save me There are no better words Than those... |
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The Cycle: She thrusts it against her chest. Tears sting her eyes and burn her cheeks. She cradles the book, and rocks to and fro. Her body quivers, but it is a warm summer morning. "Let me go," she whispers, "please just... | No thoughts yet