November 2, 2011
Soft, whispered words are passed from each others voices
The yearning for aloneness is almost unbearable.
Hunger for kisses, for held hands, for anything,
is growing.
This craving for skin is so dangerous.
Blind eyes are turned,
and blushes are like special prizes.
Something scary has started it’s awakening in small choices.
These sins have already started to stain marks on the inside of societies hearts.

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