Gone
Take me anywhere she said
her soft checks like cotton
rubbed up against the pricks of mine
her whisper so faint
like a feather landing on a shore
so I took her
her hand as smooth as seaglass
her eyes as big as the moon
her smile looked at me as if I was her hero
saving her from her doom
we were going, going, going, then
gone
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My pen claims my passionate emotions; my pain, my ache, my desire, wraps it all in bleeding ink; until it drains me into a void- Annonomous
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