You could call her an ice cube and you'd be right.
The way she dressed as if she was frozen from the inside.
She would touch you and her hands would feel like dry ice.
She made me feel nice for the first time.
All that changed when she met fire.
She had her first taste of desire.
The way that he held her and made her warm.
She felt safe.
He felt loved.
She felt complete.
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It Started as A Nightmare
Short StoryI dreamt a dream and this story has been strung, a complicated web in which you realize how much your life could be changed with each breath. And each dream. I'm going to add to this in random intervals so keep checking back. Please leave feedback :...
