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Mar 2017
He said it was perfect, almost soothing.
Those were words I could not fathom, for I couldn't have felt more different.

Thunder struck and I shivered,
as a relaxed grin swept its way onto his face.
He reached out and welcomed me into his gleaming aura.
Lightening engulfed the once dulled sky once more, but I was unfazed,
my worry consumed by his warmth.

"Perfect" I whispered.
somberbitch
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somberbitch  25/F/Michigan
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