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I have been thinking lately about narratives of love
stories.
Feelings and realizations,
Verbalizations and silent acceptances.
Sex.
Enjoying each other’s company.
Men write better stories, ones I appreciate more.
Ones I feel I have lived or, sometimes, yearn to be living.
Full-blooded stories.
All in a few words
and commitment made simple. Somebody always drives and it feels so pleasurable
to feel participants enjoying their place in the car.
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