Death of a Queen

She possesses a memory like an elephant. The heart of a lioness. Her mind, her playground. Her body moving with the precision of a panther. Her loving spirit felt in her touch, seen in her eyes–glowing, dancing when at peace with those around her. Each atom of her being bent, distorted, frayed as she watchedContinue reading “Death of a Queen”

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i love you too…

The next time you tell me that, I really need to be feeling your breath against my skin.

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Oscar McClure, Doonie

Singer Musician Writer Man

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