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already hers

there it was againa washed-up droughtfrom the panic of a heartless core—not a heartless man,but the foundation within him,brittle to the bore. without two bare hands to holdthe woman who poured into,but also scolded himfor the absence of an openingto hear her softly,to brush her hair behind her ears,and whisper—“i am here.” there it was again,her yearning from yearsof tether and pull,running toward her … Read More already hers