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Jan 2015
The room smelled of body heat.
Perfume,
aftershave.
Passion.
An atmosphere of fire lingers.
Sparks emitted from the end of their fingers.
Outside the door, listen hard.
Hear more, not that you should be.
Smells of pure burning ***.
Are you  really sure what's going on?
Influenced by paranoia, an evil hex.
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   smriti chandra
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