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Faith Westacott Jun 2016
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I lie awake. Listening to the white noise that lives in my ears. I look out into the darkness of my empty room. My chest is hallow. I feel like a shell. I think of you in these hours.

Laying awake, recalling all the memories I have of you. Your smell, touch, taste. The way you speak and how your lips are always so inviting.

You are a rarity. So rare I feel if I were to blink you would disappear.

So I stare.

I take in all of your perfections; how your skin is radiant and looks as if there are embers shining from within. I look at your lips and take in their elegance. I long to taste them. You are beautiful and intoxicating and extremely addicting.

unattainable.

— The End —