Yearning
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You described our love as an ocean. Some days it was warm sand and a soft breeze, red lips, golden hugs and sweet giggles. Other days it was grey skies and crashing waves, screams and tears and the slamming of doors. You described our love as a beautiful sin. It was gorgeous and familiar, but harmful at the same time.
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