http://slow.writerscafe.org/jaimeshea The original writings of author jaime en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000639 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Alright so look. You are probably going to want to cringe after reading the poetic attempt below. Cringe from the pure sticky sweet lovey-doveyness of it and cringe because it is poorly written. But I will explain after you read it (I was going through some s**t, ok?) 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