Daily Archives: July 11, 2017
739 [31 October 2005]
What would it feel like to have his hands on me? The taste of him would remind me of what? To hear his ragged breathing would change me how? © Johanna Fugitt 2017
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903 A Poem [11 July 2017]
Every day my eyes open to a lonely sunrise. The awakening reminds me that the thing I have awaited, searched for, ached for, is ever further from empirical truth. The bond that can be stronger than that of blood is … Continue reading
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Song in the Silence 