I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go
Cryin' baby, honey, don't you want to go
Back to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago


ScarsYour scars are bright and shiny like a baby's teeth newly cut and grown, or Christmas toys your mother hid up in the attic praying you would never touch. I like their livid edges, how they pucker under my hands like new zippers begging to be left open, and catch the light that spills from my perfect world; and you like the jagged sounds my sighs make, the rush of warm air that keeps you safe and how your fragile heart beats when you unbuckle your skin and the world heals.Scars


His ScentShe imagined the smell of him - bergamot and lime and something unfamiliar, and his slow walk through her soul like the end of the worldHis Scent
and how his weight would be inescapable and alive with summer. She imagined his touch, warm water in the bath and the rich twist of silk inside her and how she knew he would taste just like that first time in Paris when the streets crawled home and dawn broke in slow thunder.
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Beautiful bride, body of Christ. One flesh abiding, strong and unifying. Fighting ends in forgiveness, unite and fight all division.
Beautiful bride
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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be there or be
yes, a green dot.
I liked it a lot, it's really neat.
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be there or be
yes, a green dot.
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be there or be
yes, a green dot.
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