Lucinda J Kinsinger

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Skin on Skin

He’s not angel. Not demon. Just flesh.   I thought I would come to know  someone different: a hero perhaps. In my mad moments, someone inferior: dumber, meaner, more annoyed.   Turns out he’s made of the same substance I am. Wrong sometimes. Right sometimes. Always best when he’s not aware of it.   In […]

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