Broken Though I can’t say that I’ve been missing hugs and cuddling and kissing, still I have a memory of those intimacies wrought by love. It is as though there’s some obstruction probably of my own construction that makes me concentrate on things instead of all that loving brings. It’s true that objects may be … Continue reading Broken
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