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in the middle of the wee hours of the dawn, he suddenly felt the absence. from her longing touched he missed where was the heat that he was familiar to. He was left empty, He was unclothed. He left her with nothing. He was lifeless.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
Empty Space
in the middle of the wee hours of the dawn, he suddenly felt the absence. from her longing touched he missed where was the heat that he was familiar to. He was left empty, He was unclothed. He left her with nothing. He was lifeless.
leera
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
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