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jayarrarr:

I’m letting it grow out, you see? So now it grazes my shoulders the way I imagine your fingers would. The southern summer is hot and I’d prefer to pull it back but instead I let it flow and imagine it tangled up in you. Strands. Strands written to muses and sung to stars. Strands tripped over and…

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jayarrarr:

I cherish your handwritten notes, loved one, for I read between the lines. The ink (be it organic or digital) provides stories behind the stories you scribe in thin lines. I see where you hesitate; where you are emphatic. I note where you are strong; where you are bold. And then I read the words,…