http://slow.writerscafe.org/MiyaAron The original writings of author MiyaAron en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776099259 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A thoughtful affair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/818583/ Me, yesterday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/818573/ I am in dire need of a friend I went to thestore to see what they had up and down aisles,scanning each and every shelf, waiting forsomeone to offer help. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/817703/ I am your friend, but not really. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/817675/ I have something to tell youit has been on my mind.You may not want to hear ityet,  I think it might be time.Don't turn your face awaydry those damp cheeks,calm your heart ,this may be hardbut, I need to speak.We have had bad timesIt is tough to see through the blue.Yet I have to sayagain today.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/597057/ oh how we love them...when we love them. 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own wayI fucked fateI am a whoremy words are a curean elixir to ease paintheir faces all blurI slur my wordsas I fake my way to paidI am a whorethe enemy of purei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/583223/ a little something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/583220/ It's day breakthe shadows playover your face.At what timedid the light comeinto your eyesWhat's my next movehow do I provewhat I'm saying istrue.Took a drive southas we looked outthe wind danced in your hairI should reach outsmooth your skin downall the way to your bones.We came homewhere one touchj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/582668/ I have loved you with all that I am all that I know of love I have loved you with every deed every action this body took I have loved you with every deep breath every beat in this chest I have loved you with every stroke each touch of pen to paper paint to picture I have loved you with every se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MiyaAron/582658/ 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