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Making Sense of It.

Making Sense of It.  A sheet divides the ramblings of my desires and the secrets beneath his ribs.  I see the shadows of his hungers through the fabric, obscured intentions taunting when the light hits.  Neither of us speak, playing the game, pursuing, hunting, manipulating.   I only know what I feel.

This one may not be about what you think it is. Just consider it.

Have a great weekend!

–Leanne Rebecca


Poetry and music.

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