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He was like poison, slowly seeping into my skin, drowning all of me in something numbing, something frightening.
He peered at me with his half empty hazel eyes and I wondered what he saw as he leaned forward and locked his lips to mine, breathing me in.
Did he see something more in me like I did in him?
Or was I merely a blank piece of paper, waiting for him to just leave an ink mark tattoo upon my soul?
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Short Story- - - > He was like poison, slowly seeping into my skin, drowning all of me in something numbing, something frightening. He peered at me with his half empty hazel eyes and I wondered what he saw as he leaned forward and locked his lips to mine...
