Daily Archives: August 13, 2017

773 [13 July 2006]

Friends, you say. The meaning eludes me. Kept my own council for so long, that this word is foreign. There are people I know, acquaintances, but friends? I never give of myself. I only give. © Johanna Fugitt 2017

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763 Break Me Down [04 June 2006]

In the quiet glance you give me, nothing can be misconstrued. Desperately does my heart yearn to embrace you within its folds, yet still I keep you at arm’s length. The knowledge of giving in eats away at my poor … Continue reading

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