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Allison Marie Conway

Allison Marie Conway

I write about Passion. Sex. Love. Pain. Darkness. All of it.

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Posted on March 8, 2018April 19, 2018 by Allison Marie Conway

unheard of

little bird, lift your eyes,
open your wings
against the sky,
make your mark.
call out your true, little bird.
free. wild. shivering.
only you.
only you.
only you.

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