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Her beauty did not base itself on the swell of her chest, or the length of her legs. Her outer beauty lingered in the curve of her shoulder, it resides in the way her lips part, the way her fingertips connect constellations against your skin. It is the delicate curve of her waist. The color… Read more

why do you hide from me? why do you insist on covering yourself away in your little dark corner of the city? You curl up in your studio next to the record store downtown and lock all of the doors. why won’t you let me in? I would never hurt you the way you hurt… Read more