Bleeding Out

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She grazed his hand with the hope of a touch, but neither of them moved. His eyes spoke of a hunger he felt, but not for her distasteful need. Her lungs burned to breathe in his words once more. His lips cracked with the desire he lacked. And the seconds bled into years. 



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