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When Will People Learn That Just Because You Can Make Something Doesn’t Mean You Should?

Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.

I Have To Convince Myself That This Is Not A Pointless Life, Even The Body Is Telling Me So.

I Stroke Her Lightly, Memorizing Her Body. I Want Her To Melt Into Me, Like Butter On Toast. I Want To Absorb Her And Walk Around For The Rest Of My Days With Her Encased In My Skin. I Lie Motionless, Savoring The Feeling Of Her Body Against Mine. I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell.

Is Where You're From The Place You're Leaving Or Where You Have Roots?