It was June; midnight. We were intertwined on top of the covers, falling deeper and deeper into every breathless sigh. But before we let our sins get the best of us, you stopped to gaze into my infatuated eyes.
"You're not going to leave me, are you?"
"No. Never."
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random thoughts & scrawls
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