Originally posted on ~Burning Woman~: (a poem by ~burning woman~ ) I don’t do love (she said) He looked at her dismayed not knowing what to add; not knowing which new bait he could put on his hook. But I’m OK with friendship (she added with a smile) I’m also OK with closeness I can…

via Child of Woe, Child of Wonder — heroicallybadwriter

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