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A breath, air ****** into a familiar wound. An old ache returning. A life spent, regained in the seconds of a single touch. A desperate wanting filling the chest. Desolation. Love.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
XXXV. “There’s a Holiness to Exhaustion...”
A breath, air ****** into a familiar wound. An old ache returning. A life spent, regained in the seconds of a single touch. A desperate wanting filling the chest. Desolation. Love.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
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