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there was something surreal about the way he looked in the moonlight: he was stained with shadows and painted with smoke clouds and his arm around my waist felt like an anchor. every breath that ghosted my neck was coated in warmth and our hands found each other in the darkness with perfect ease. there was something surreal about the way he looked at me: like I was meant to be his.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
"a new flame"
there was something surreal about the way he looked in the moonlight: he was stained with shadows and painted with smoke clouds and his arm around my waist felt like an anchor. every breath that ghosted my neck was coated in warmth and our hands found each other in the darkness with perfect ease. there was something surreal about the way he looked at me: like I was meant to be his.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
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