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Feb 2019
A stygian room,
Music resonated from the television,
Traces of light played on her face,
Her fingers fumbling at the sheet,
Completely overwrought.

All at once,
He leaned in, yearning, his mind resolute.
And then for a moment,
Lights permeated the room,
And suddenly all was irrevocable.
Written by
Tanisha
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