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Wild Horses

Wild Horses

We were always so good at running, trading morning glories for lavender nights, whiskey sunsets for a tequila sunrise in a misguided attempt to save others from us We made a new home out of back seats and bar stools and blue highways, always one breath away from being...
Sunlight and Warmth

Sunlight and Warmth

Silhoutted by sunlight, soaking up the warmth, trying to rid herself of the aching in her gut that overwhelms her with each sunrise She breathes in the moment, letting the light skim over her skin, exhaling the memories that still haunt her each night Breath_words©...