Stealing Words

Is it stealing to keep the words that were never meant to reach my ears?   Those conversations and gossip that travelled around the world with my soul. They are nomads in the countryside who take in the flowers and grassy scenery to save for later on a rainy day when they have nothing left…

I am happy.

The sun gleams through the blinds of her naked apartment. The yellows and the oranges are magnificent and glittering over the elongated fields of her skin that lays atop crinkled bedsheets to awaken the life inside her youth. The morning valleys sweep across the curves of her feminine sides and wrap around her right arm,…

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