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Post by fortunesoul on Jun 29, 2015 21:52:10 GMT -5
Comforting eyes consume me, Gentle touch, leaving me wanting. Gleaming smile making me hope, My world is spinning, how she would break feeling the rock in her stomach. How I would sit and stare. The tears streaming, the heart breaking, the memories left to fade with time. I look at her again, she is not upset, no tears to be seen. Happy, gentle, warm, perfect. This is how I like her, This is how I need her. She can never know.
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