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He’s squeezed enough tears from me over the years, so these are not his. The day will come (I must believe it) when simple kindnesses will not notch an arrow then send it humming through the air until it hits the targethe left hanging on my heart. Again I bleed,but these tears water the roots…
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I rememberdry mouth and racing heartexhilaration and trepidationknit by determinationto experience for myselfthe phenomenonthat was the desideratum of my hiraeth.Todaythe approach is familiarand no longer needs a mapand despite the intoxication of anticipationand reason reminding methis is both fledgling and ephemeralmy pulse calms, my breaths deepenas I ascend the stairsand peace descends.With youI am able…
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My brain synthesised theory and experiencewith a dash of innate sense, a desire coded deep within the cellular blueprint of the fabric of my being, and I had ideas, predictions, hopes about how it would feel. Not physically, I was warned enough that the first time might hurt,that it was awkward and messy, and technique…
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Vivid imagination grasps at the pictures conjured by your words; technicolor andsurround sound, a theatre in my mind. And deep within the core of my being, both mentally and physically, the flickeringlights are focused to a point as a glass lensconcentrates sunlight onto kindlingand my fibres begin to smoke with desire,and you breathe gently across…
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The light remains green. I’m not safe-wording, not saying I withdraw consent, merely that this did not feature in any of the scenarios I imagined, in any of my most hidden fantasies. I was prepared to hurt, and when I said make me cry, I meant take me to a level of physical pain that…
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Spilled Ink from the Vault 