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Sep 2015
Her lips were cold
The smell of her thin hair was a smell you could never forget
A smell you craved when it was not lingering around
Her skin shined no matter what thoughts were making her brow furrow in the middle
She flooded your world,
your thoughts,
your heart,
you drowned yourself in her
She was the perfect storm in the middle of the night
She was the peaceful noises you heard outside your window
She was the necessity everything depended on,
You couldn't live without her.
Hans
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Hans  Indiana
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