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Oct 2016
sometimes i stop and think of you.
i start drowning in scent of your skin.
my hands grow cold and begin to tremble.
darkness encloses my mind.

then he comes around.
the drowning feeling disappears.
i start to see a dim light growing stronger.
his touch sends fire through my being.
i gasp for air.

he pulls me close.
he saves me.
Gabriella
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Gabriella
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   ---, David Adamson and Silverflame
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