..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
The first gasp for air,
it wasn’t you holding me
as we danced under stars
It was my heart
under attack.
The sweet coppery blood
that pooled on my tongue
as I cried out in pain
so only the
dead could hear.
I was lost in a fever dream last night He kept growling something so sweetly in my ear what was it, what you said, I beg you to do it again...
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