http://slow.writerscafe.org/wrdlvr The original writings of author Wrdlvr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339103 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 After 18 years, what can you say but goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrdlvr/723124/ just a little love note... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrdlvr/683359/ My dreams are becoming ever more abundant,overflowing with sight, sound, vision, illusion.The realm of my imagination has taken on a voice of its ownin the desperate attempt to express the emotions that I can no longer write about.It was meant to be a part of the healing,to stop feeding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wrdlvr/680896/ Moments and hours and daysare beginning to connect.The distance of separation and time spent aloneare becoming my nameless, faceless lovers.I can feel the texture of silenceas it pours itself over the numb surface of my skin.And I can hear the sound of lonelinessas it becomes a fluid, .. 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