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  • Writer's pictureashleyandrews

just words

sometimes there’s this ache in Me that starts at my core, like

a gaping in my chest, And it radiates Down from there, a

need, Near desperation, tearing open drawers, emptying pockets, dumping out purses,

in search of that one thing that might Ease this, bring some Semblance of myself pouring out, like the last piece of a favorite puzzle,

the last page of a most cherished novel, the villain, finally, getting the girl, and then, Sighing, at long last, a quietening of the



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