I breathed the cherry of Nila's unforgiving lips to chariots thundering applause among the gods-given me permission to sneak a peek, grabbing her hips, tangled with her body in satin bedsheets to the cusp of a long panic-stretched-thin sweet kiss, connecting the dots to a brisk September highlight does the streaks of her auburn hair, reminding me of parted ways, leading to the simple fact that everything's been rearranged.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
