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Darkness. . .
decending on my soul.
Will it ever see light again?
Or. . .
will it be ever shrouded in
black? . . .
As the night,
flashes of white
as moonlight hits flesh. . .
touching,
becoming one.
breathing,
harsh and hard.
lips,
melding. . .
trying to gain the breath
of the other. . .
. . .giving,
everything.
. . .feeling,
so much, too much, too fast. . .
over, ended,
finished. . .
. . .I wish my life was.
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