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one small breath, light on my fingertips

one small breath, light on my fingertips,downy raven hair plastered to pale skin,and green, green eyes that stare back at me,innocence and love in one gaze. but reality comes and takes you away,four months and then gone,a whisper in wind,tainted only by the metallic smell of blood. i think of all the times that weContinue reading “one small breath, light on my fingertips”