Saved By The Night
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Last published Thu, May 5, 2022
He was dark and foreboding as a thunderstorm.
His eyes held secrets, lies.
Lust.
My own secrets kept me from him, as did his wicked ways.
But the dark, foreboding thunderstorm always had you running towards it, to get a closer look.
And when you did, you always got caught up in it, wishing you had kept far away.
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