His fingers were a whisper against my skin. They told secrets of need, passion, desire, obsession, love. A shuddering breath ran from my mouth. My eyes danced to meet his beautiful woodsy orbs that held so much feeling in a single glance that I had to close my eyes. The murmers continued to glide along my face. They softly brushed my hairline, then floated over my eyelids, they ran down my delicate nose, and then finally, they painted across the contuors of my lips. His fingertips were slowly replaced with gentle flesh. My icy eyes snapped open with surprise. His lips were soft and delicate. They made me want to confess to all my sins, to plead for redemption. |
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I take a guess
and cut a portion out of my heart.
They say that's not nearly enough,
but it's a damn good start.
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I have a love for justice that perverts itself into revenge and spite.
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Fates grasp upon us. Is the only thing that keeps us going.
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I take a guess
and cut a portion out of my heart.
They say that's not nearly enough,
but it's a damn good start.
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I have a love for justice that perverts itself into revenge and spite.
but isnt life about taking risks?
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I take a guess
and cut a portion out of my heart.
They say that's not nearly enough,
but it's a damn good start.
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I have a love for justice that perverts itself into revenge and spite.
endings r nvr happy baby. but isnt it the moments along the way that make it better in the end?
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I take a guess
and cut a portion out of my heart.
They say that's not nearly enough,
but it's a damn good start.
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I have a love for justice that perverts itself into revenge and spite.
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