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Breathe

Breathe. Her thin lashes latch onto the cracked skin stretched over sharp cheekbones. Eyelids scrunch with haste to block the gritty...

If I Were My Own Lover

https://%40s.zpoetry/ If I were my own lover, I would serenade her songs that remind me of her beauty, Spoil her rotten with diamonds and...

Autumn Is

Seasonal Depression; the seasonal sickness you wish you could fight off with a day off of work, soup, and DayQuil! Whether you are...