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listening to the wind pushing rain against the glass; voices crying out to me from the darkness of my past. thinking about the time my heart lost its conviction; when I was wishing for a cure to this lonely affliction. her arrival was unexpected love at first sight; she was the dream that kept me up at night. our kisses were mingled with the taste of illusions; our flesh dripping sweat from the heat of confusion. moments of passion led to a place of discontent; the fairy tale ended on the bed of resentment. our perceptions were lies extinguishing the light; her voice became silent as she disappeared into the night.
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Oct 12, 2014
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