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Chills

There’s a rattle in my bones and a coldness in my flesh. I sit here on pins and needles waiting for you. I’ll close my eyes and pretend you’re here with me. You aren't really here with me though. Aren’t you?

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maya-caroline

American

Published: Nov 30, 2012
LinesWords: 841

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