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Free

Your fingertips trace the line of my spine and I shiver with an unexplainable, uncomfortable pleasure. I close my eyes and my head tilts back to invite your warm lips to...

Pretending

I bring my wine glass to my lips, letting the bouquet of it introduce itself to my sense of smell, letting the bright, yellow flavour dance across my tongue. I wish I...

How Can I Know What Love Is

Love is one of the earliest concepts I remember being introduced to. It was the...

Sleep Never Comes Easy

Sleep never comes easy. I don't know if the headache is physical or emotional...

Cold Darkness

Her eyelids feel like iron slabs, but her body and mind won’t rest. The cold...