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Mwangi Anthony Apr 2017
... and he shall be the one voice you crave for during the night... the kiss you never stole... the book you never wrote... the song you never singing...like a promised lie... he shall pounce upon you... and you'll find it just as hard to let go...


*TmT ❤
Mwangi Anthony Apr 2017
her lips were so sweet, in the dead of winter they tasted warm... like summer..        her body burned like the cold misty winds of Autumn and every night I listened to her silence deafen me



*TmT ❤

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