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Late night whispers of endearment Tossed past our lips onto each other Slowly being lost. Slowly being drawn away. Slowly slipping through my fingers. Slowly I’m losing you. Slowly, I whisper your name one last time. Slowly. Slowly.

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annamfreshour

19 / F

For You?

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annamfreshour

19 / F

Published: Dec 21, 2020
LinesWords: 938

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