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The Touch

Leituras 20
Votos 1
Capítulos 2
Tempo <5 mins

Leituras 20
Votos 1
Capítulos 2
Tempo <5 mins

There he was in the middle of the sea , stood there in all beauty. Loneliness in his eyes , grey the color of his silent cries. I approached in fright as his face changed into mine. I still struggled to reach out to him very much...

All I wanted was a touch .

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