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Mar 2014
she hung onto every syllable to float on his wintery breath
as he exhaled raspy whispers into the nape of her neck
and she felt a fluctuating heat as he stole the glimmer of hope from her eyes and dimmed it to instead shine 'emergency exit'
when she realised his wandering touch was not gently caressing but infact longing to fingerpaint with her emotions
but the patterns he painted so fondly soon turned to a collection of harsh bruises
and her tears weren't enough to extinguish his smothering flame
and her pleas weren't enough to break through the chains she felt crushing her in his embrace

he left her broken like the soft spoken promises he crafted
her eyes dull and empty like the indentations of his fingernails which still lingered on her skin
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   Edward Alan
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