Poison Darts
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Tue, Feb 5, 2019
"I was there at the beginning and the end. And the middle, but no one ever thinks about me in the middle. They only care when they recognize me for the first time, though I have been there from the first touch, building a nest in the space in between their ribs. They only care when they can feel me slipping away, through the cracks in their skin and through the floorboards."
Forever a bystander, Love has seen it all. And lost a lot more.
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