carrying their light
I miss the sense of you beneath my skin,
fur and teeth and tail,
speaking with your language
braced against my tongue.
I pace on pavement, 92 more words
Crises of faith can be funny. You can declare they’re over, and that you believe in God again with your whole heart. Your friends will pat you on the back (maybe metaphorically, if you’re long-distance). 444 more words
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