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Dec 2016
Your mind was screaming, yet no words came out.
Your heart was racing,  yet you were as calm as day.
Words slipped off his tongue, the way it danced on everything but your face.  
" Do you want to come play ? "
There are angels who've danced with devils but still, they deserve what to know what heaven is like.
" No I don't want to play. "
You said those words yet your soul aching for just an ounce of his touch.
He really liked games, they were his favorite.
But you were no longer the dice to be played with.
Franchesca
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Franchesca  21/F/RI
(21/F/RI)   
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   Michael L and Doug Potter
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