How to make love. 

This is written by a man.

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A Dream. 

I don’t quite remember what it was that we had for dinner, but I’m certain about how I felt after it. I was satisfied. Not extremely, but it was like one of those nights where the small portioned dinner exceeded all our expectations and by the end of the dinner, our palette’s didn’t demand for […]

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salt in my lungs.

What was meant to flow out of my twin eyes – unrestrainedly, unapologetically – has passed through the bony passage, and has been stuck in the chambers awhile now. Upon further compulsion of coercive neglection, I pushed them further down. To a different set of twins, structured to help me live. We now have velvet […]

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