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Apr 2016
him
The words were sharp and stung,
but his caressing touch gave warmth to the ice beneath her shirt.
Like fingers on a chalkboard, he left her.
But his presence remained in the shadows the sun cast
and burned into her body.
His smell was forever around her waist,
his touch forever beneath her breath.
Written by
Amanda
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