What good does water do   for a fire that burns without flames? Saturday night found her sitting on the floor, next to a box of letters. "Do you miss me?" it asked. She didn't answer. "Tell me I didn't love you." Not the way you should have. "What do you know?" Nothing. I don't know. Except that you were wrong. "You left...

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This plate is Want. Want is a beautiful feeling. I spent time with people I love. They demanded me to Want, so they could Want with me. I think that's love. I've missed writing. I wish I could explain to you how wonderful it is to me to feel like this. Writing is an oddly narcissistic thing, isn't it? The recording of one's...

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