Deja Vu

You give me déjà vu. You give me that, “it’s okay to love” kind of feeling, that “it’s safe to open up” kind of yearning,
that “forever starts now” but with meaning.

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Flicker

The flames started small, at first, small enough to ignore. It started in the forest where the butterflies lived. I thought it was normal, with time things change and butterflies find a new home. I wish I knew then that butterflies run away when heat overwhelms them, when threatened with fire. Quickly the flames spread,…

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