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I softly stuttered.

Ailing breaths shivered my inside, a conscious effort to explain you had made me lose my words.
I softly stuttered as I refilled my empty wine glass, my eyes turned to you.
With an undefinable pull you sought out my lips and the filled wine glass crushed onto the marbled floor.
As I ran my fingers through your hair and forcefully resisting what in the end felt inevitable, you stopped and pierced my eyes with your precious truth.
Calmness embraced our love, two minds had linked into one and melting hearts leaved a predestined scar.
Soft lips, moon light and red wine burned into my soul as I watched you leave, don´t go.
I will rename our love and call it unbearably sweet yet anguish taunted, your transcendence burned me as I was left to love even more.




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Publicerad 2015-08-14 17:14



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