consent
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There it is, that little voice I haven’t missed. She seeps in uninvited, like rain through a cracked window.You’re not enough. I fold the feelings back up again,return them to the drawer labeledthings not mineI didn’t want them anyway.You’ve crossed no boundaries,but the Savage in me trespasses. She paces the roomcounting what you give away…
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He said he didn’t like rules, preferred none at all, that any rules existed onlyto be broken. She’d written something similar:it’s not about rules or boundaries, it’s about freedom and love.(I will not sayI should have called these red flags,but the colours are somehow clearerin the rear view mirror.)I broketwo of mine. I cannot claimignorance…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 