My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · I. I have never Taken up golf. Life has always Been too full Of other things I love to do already For which there Is no time. Like holding you As I used to When we thought We knew the score, When we left and …
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Ènouement ∞ We cannot touch, But I feel Your starlight voice Traveling In rows Of each choice And strife. I must forgive you, But cannot, where Morning Glories Wake from Tangled vines Unraveling. I can only Thank you For waiting, Waking daily, And saving Our life. ∞ Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by De …
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