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His Steady Gaze Was Even
Softer Than His Voice.
It Reached Out To The
Broken Parts Of Her Like A Caress.
The Type Of Touch That
Moves Through Damaged Flesh,
Past Fractured Bones.
Every Touch Created Colours
She Had Never Seen.
Colours As Soft As Velvet And
As Sharp As Sparks
That Turned Into Stars.
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