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Jun 11
“days without you meant nothing to me.”

warm lips tickled
the crevices of her neck
his nut brown eyes

“and yet,”

kissing her cold, bitter lips
caressing her pale cheeks
he watched as the boredom set
in his lover's eyes

“i am nothing to you.”
Written by
daphne  17/F/somewhere in asia
(17/F/somewhere in asia)   
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