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His teeth brush her skin and she flinches. Breathy gasps on shifting eyes Slide across the icy air, and inches Of separation mark porcelain lies. Porcelain teeth mark crimson brands And whiter still the skin where wedding bands Rested not long ago Upon skin that recoils from his perfect hands. And choices that only she can know.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Teeth. Skin. Gold. Porcelain.
His teeth brush her skin and she flinches. Breathy gasps on shifting eyes Slide across the icy air, and inches Of separation mark porcelain lies. Porcelain teeth mark crimson brands And whiter still the skin where wedding bands Rested not long ago Upon skin that recoils from his perfect hands. And choices that only she can know.
ian-steele
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
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