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I told myself this before I had pulled the blinds down, leaving the room drenched in an artificial darkness. I sat on the cold, half-tiled floor of our bathroom. They were words I would repeat over and over in an attempt to make them stick. Felix tried to help. After all, he was the one who instilled the theory of halves in me. He sat, slumped, back pushed against the door I had hastily locked when I tore into the bathroom.
L'ÉPHÉMÈRE REVIEW: ISSUE VII: CREPÚSCULO Where anything and everything can happen.
Click here to read CICATRIX; short story written by Madeleine Dawn and published by L'ÉPHÉMÈRE REVIEW.
Let me press my sighs into your flesh;
raw, tender - need burning holy,
& dripping with love.
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the importance of a moment captured or lost in time.Monsters & their makers;
bound, chained and desperate for love.Heavensent;
litanies of lust.
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