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A Little Quiet, Please
Thirty minutes in the morning? Sounds easy, until the alarm rings and I’m negotiating with it like it’s a peace treaty. Let me tell you why. I know I’ll find excuses when everything starts pulling at me. Still… maybe that’s exactly why I need it. A moment that’s just mine, before I become everyone else’s.…
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The Rare Ones
(Intro Reflection) A fellow poet and close observer of my art messaged me once after reading one of my sensual pieces: “The way you love is such a turn-on. But feeling these lines? To feel without being a lover, that’s the real high.” That line stuck with me. Yes, I’m the passionately obsessive kind. The…
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What Are We?
It began as a random encounter, like quite a few I’ve had before. But this one? Impossible to forget. Truthfully, I never want to. He sparked a fire, and I didn’t just surrender…I melted into its heat, feeding it with every forbidden thought I was never meant to admit. Everything came alive, so vivid when…
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Undefined and Undeniable
It started like most dangerous things do. Like fire catching. Silent until it wasn’t. I wasn’t trying to fall into anything. I never meant to burn. There was no plan, no declaration, no confession. Just the introductions unexpected and disarming, like sunlight slipping through after days of rain and the glances that lingered a second too long.…
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Raised in Rain, Ruled by Sunshine
She chased the sun, always—not just as a metaphor, but in the stillness only the soul recognizes. She ran after golden hours, after warmth that felt like home, a place to belong. Even when it hid behind clouds. Even when it slipped through her fingers. She wasn’t searching for light; she was searching for a…
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