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The Gamble for Gold
Shorted
my dress was one of plenty but on me, custom ordered because it suited you. You could touch my knee, inquire about my warmth with a brush on my thigh but you knew I'd stop you before I lit almost wore the shoes that are as high as I try to be but I didn't... Continue Reading →
The Practice
I ready for the surgical fervor every morning, practicing pain, passion and prayer unfastening the ego that confines me, it digests to embody me encapsulate me as a steriod too hefty for the faint of heart loyal to this untraceable art i do my part, reopening sutures to diagnose my future - B. Brown DailyPrompt:... Continue Reading →
It’s Not Me…
it's not that I didn't appreciate the self-made gifts, or the tiny trinkets that trickled for whatever reason while they were in season yes, I listened when you spoke and I learned not to speak during just as I learned you weren't there to hear me and that was just fine, whatever you needed we... Continue Reading →