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No one ever looked at me the way she had
With soft eyes and a finger pressed gently to her lips
She touched me with such passion and sorrow
I could feel it slowly pour from her fingertips

When she kissed me her delicate fingers held my wrist
And I thought that every answer could be found in her eyes
She sunk into my splintering bones and got me to believe in love
I explored the curve of her hips at 2am and every doubt I had died

And when she left, my conviction broke
Now I’m left drinking alone




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today at 9:49 pm:
Simplistic, detailed, intense, bravo, perhaps a work on the structure but i think it actually worked for you. So bravo 5/5
 
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