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blooming

the world is made of wildflowers and you and i bloom in it. or maybe i am made of wildflowers and you bloom in me. or it’s the sun, and we lay open, exposed and vulnerable, hearts beating, breath drawn … Continue reading

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wildflower

on good days, i move fast. faster than some men are ready for. but you’re so delicate, they say, such a lovely wildflower. as wise in the ways of this world as any wildflower, more engaged with pollen than with … Continue reading

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