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Jun 2019
As her shoulder bared,
he stopped to stare.
Her words, were not words anymore
They were but vowels, and consonants,
etched together;
they were only music as her skin shined
his eyes followed, as his ears stayed behind
until he couldn't hear her no's
Now, they were only sounds
And he, was only bone
Written by
Thoughtful
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