His
s m o o t h
s k i n
that was so often traced by her
f i n g e r t i p s.
That was marked by permanent black
i n k.
That held his story.
His story.
That he was too scared to tell to anyone
but
h e r.
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f e l t
like
v e l v e t.
YOU ARE READING
Him.
Historia CortaHe looked like an a n g e l Smelled like c i g a r e t t e s Sounded like a m e l o d y Felt like v e l v et And tasted f o r b i d d e n
