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There was a wine glass at the bottom of a stack of heavy porcelain dirty dishes. I pulled it out delicately and amused by the carelessness.

Poetry

No Matter The Wreckage - Sarah Kay

“He gave me back his eyelashes,
the back of his neck, his palms. We held every piece we were given like it was a nectarine – might bruise if we weren’t careful- we collected them like we were trying to build an orchard.” 386 more words

Books

Meant To Be

Morning Word
Nothing like waking up and knowing that you finally have the one you are meant to be with for the rest of your life. 134 more words

Life

Beautiful Isn't it?

Beautiful isn’t it? Our way of life

as the world slips into an uncertain state

of disaster, hate and rage

© elancharan

Writer

ALL I WANT IS YOU

All I want is you if am sleeping,
I dream of you and I wonder if i’m going crazy.
My day is never complete without thinking about you. 68 more words

Poems

B.

I know

you can never

love me

as well as I love you

and I suppose

it’s not an

awful thing

just bad luck on my part

Interviewing You

There’s not much

to touch on,

so no

this won’t take

long.

Right,

well,

can you remember anything?

Or can you remember nothing?

In order for this… 147 more words