Category: RonovanWrites
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Read more: Close to You
When “so close” becomes “too close,” people sniff and step away— it’s body odor
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Read more: Enchantment
You press my hand to your lips, gently, so softly I almost felt it.
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Read more: Infatuation
Sometimes hope is all that’s left, after the magic shifts to the mundane. With stars in your eyes, hoping the magic stays and knowing it cannot.
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Read more: Flame Sublime
The tender, secret places no one ever finds— your fire sweetly singes.





