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[Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
10:09pm] |
Think of kisses
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the memory of breath.
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| Love Letter by Melissa Stein |
[Sunday, June 22nd, 2008
5:03pm] |
I don't know when the boys began to walk away with parts of myself in their sticky hands; when loving became a process of subtraction. Or why, having given up what seems so much, I'm willing to lose even more — erasing all this body's known, relearning it with you.
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[Monday, June 16th, 2008
9:16am] |
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I have made so many mistakes and losing you will not be one of them.
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[Thursday, June 12th, 2008
2:19pm] |
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Here I am. Alone again.
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[Friday, June 6th, 2008
9:49pm] |
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Being in Paris makes me ache for someone to love so terribly. All I want right now is a kiss on the mouth.
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[Monday, April 21st, 2008
8:31pm] |
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Do not get violent with me; falling out of love is no sin.
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[Thursday, April 17th, 2008
12:58pm] |
Just bought a bottle of water from the vending machine and two came out. Tiny reminders that everything will be okay.
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| By hitomaro |
[Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
11:31am] |
I know she thinks of me, far off And wilts with longing, like summer grass, Maybe if the mountains would bow down I could see her again, Standing in our doorway.
All I can do is pick him up And hug him clumsily. I have nothing to give him. In our bedroom our pillows Still lie side by side, As we lay once. I sit there by myself And let the days grow dark. I lie awake at night, sighing till daylight.
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