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I look up at it from where I stand; I can see how tightly I have wrapped it. ... I did it that way on purpose

Sometimes love is elusive Moving around us Like a mist that can’t be held It is distant and unattainable

....let our kisses be without number

A simple story about Alex. Alex was a cat. But not just any cat....

....a whirlwind of sensations like flames dancing across my skin.....

....And in its place, the vandals chill reproach shimmering....