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  • What if I

    What if I kiss all the spots you taught yourself to hate? What if I placed my hands on them and left them still, long enough for my heat to join yours and you to forget there was ever air between our skin? What if I love all you loathe and what if I spend Read more

  • How To Love A Hippie

    To love a hippie is to take a walk into a soul’s garden and stop to smell the flowers. It’s early morning sunshine stretching across a bed tangled with “I love you’s” and the soft gasps of dreams. To love a hippie is to escape from the mundane into a world that is magical—seeing the Read more