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Thanks so much, NiceGuy!
So it begins.
Every single word is bitter sweet.
Your dulcet whispers so touching.
Not for my ears. Not for my ears.
Every glace, a wistful stare.
Your eyes, your beautiful eyes.
I see a dark haired angel in them.
Your touch, a rush of yearing.
Every brush of skin a rash of hope.
You cringe yet don't pull away.
A dying flame.
A tiny flicker.
A silence.
It ends.
Comments and critiques encouraged.
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