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Oct 11
There is beauty in buried loveβ€”
tenderly wrenching.
The subtle and soft carry so much more power,
and every touch is a stolen blessing.
No moment is taken for granted;
we are present.
Every look: a confession
to be churned over and over,
while we waltz with desire
never hastily.
We are ravenous for a love so blatantly before us but we don’t dare to indulge.
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So we make beauty with the withstraint and we call it discipline.
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   Mandalina and Sam Clemens
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