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Your tender kiss upon my lips. Warm and smooth, like the Miso soup we share a love for. Smooth like your chocolatey skin, its rivulets of flowing terra-cotta drowning your lean frame in its brown waters. I dip my fingers into the rivers, tracing the epidermis as though my livelihood was conceived from the sensation. And when I peer into your eyes, a Van Gogh starry night dances within them. Swirls of colors and life peer back into my own spheres of sight, leaving my mouth in a gaping hole of awe. Each brushstroke curves and shimmies, g...
I weave through the bustling students, my trail a thread, me the needle. Them the fabric. My loafers tread lightly on the face of the concrete, I have grown accustomed to going unnoticed in appearance and sound in this place. In deed.Group of three. Frat boys. Pair, she is definitely too large. Administrator. My eyes dissect the throngs of school-goers, their bodies clustered in cliques and heads in books and faces alight with youthful bliss and shoulders adorned with athletic gear-and alone. Near the library. I quicken my pace steadily so a...
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"I think that you should consider it is all," Marge shrugged, offering Taye one of her wide-eyed looks that enhanced the golden specs in her pool-of-honey eyes. He combed his calloused fingers through his tresses wearily and sighed, smoothed a crease from his checkered shirt. "I just don't know, do people actually go for anxiety? I thought therapy was for those crazy people with matted hair who run around claiming to be the reincarnation of King Tut or something." Marge seemed to pause, clearing the counter of peanut butter cookie crumbs an...
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