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...Wearing our lips away....

..kissing each other's souls...

Writing words to win you over by...
1 September
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"She was elusive.
She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest sent of a cactus-flower,
The flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her!
In our minds, we tried to pin her to a corkboard,
like a butterfly,
But the pin merely went through and
away she flew..." ♥

if i'm a writer

and i'm a poet,

i might love you,

but never show it