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This is a snippet of what I wrote this morning: It was three
This is a snippet of what I wrote this morning: It was three oclock in the morning and Kerri couldnt sleep. Luther wanted her to give up her ancestr...

Cool Jazz The smooth reverberation of cool jazz plays on the
Cool Jazz The smooth reverberation of cool jazz plays on the radio, is gentle on the road to the heart, it intersects the pulse of our descention in...

Raw You inscribe your name on my glistening skin, press your
Raw You inscribe your name on my glistening skin, press your hands against my perky nipples, and they billow consciously, susceptible to your famili...

Writing my memoirs is bringing back so many memories. The rare
Writing my memoirs is bringing back so many memories. The rare cancer I had, islet cell tumor, was found by accident. I started getting weak all of a...

This is what I have so far. How is it? Regret The beginning
This is what I have so far. How is it? Regret The beginning of a new life, Wrought with pain and fear, I could barely ingest food, Sank down onto th...