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I’d come to love the midweek crush
never the traffic
but the way fingers held
a freshly rolled cigarette
broad nails around tea mugs
that curled knuckles beneath
century-old sweaters
the way perfection
became seamlessly interwoven
with a neurotic brand of intimacy
how we fell into each other
bones and all
through the gravity of our dark
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How do we learn to appreciate and celebrate the imperfections that make relationships unique?
The Power of Intimacy
What role does intimacy play in our lives, and how do we nurture and prioritize it?
The Gravity of Attraction
What draws us to others, and how do we cultivate meaningful connections in our lives?
