Poetry – A Dash of Sunny

Every kiss leaves ash

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There is something dangerous about the way you kiss me— not violence, not […]

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At midnight, I hear the moon calling from the edge of the roof. […]

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His carelessness tastes like forbidden fruit— sweet enough to make restraint seem childish. […]

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At the hour when daylight loosens its grip and the sky bruises itself […]

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I did not mean to create them. I was grieving. The earth watched […]

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Desire begins quietly: like the smell of oranges after rain, like a window […]