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He awakes half dressed   staring at the face of a stuffed bear dressed in deceit   as his uncharged phone holds the voice of unheard messages hidden   like beer receipts between numbered napkins that hold the key to getting out of the locked attic where boxes of the truth sit covered with dust in the wind that blows away the blonde hair from her eyes as she leans over to plant her lips on his   with seductive lashes and the touch of cold ice that sends shivers down his spine   across his full liver as he quivers   once more with the fear of losing her   forever
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
The Morning After
He awakes half dressed   staring at the face of a stuffed bear dressed in deceit   as his uncharged phone holds the voice of unheard messages hidden   like beer receipts between numbered napkins that hold the key to getting out of the locked attic where boxes of the truth sit covered with dust in the wind that blows away the blonde hair from her eyes as she leans over to plant her lips on his   with seductive lashes and the touch of cold ice that sends shivers down his spine   across his full liver as he quivers   once more with the fear of losing her   forever
josephiine
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
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