I've done it.
The weight, off my shoulders.
There's no going back.
I've given my word.
I like him.
Inspired by the selection series
#notpersonal
#writtenfor"informativeness"not"poeticness"
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoetryWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
