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imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— Maybe the feeling of porcelain lips,

   Touching his bruised ones.

                                                                Made him go insane, More than he already was.

  This was better than he expected, The clinging of shirts.

                                                  Soft hums being exchanged between one another. 

                 _{—-It was the lack of breath that caused her to pull away.
                                                 Heaving through    corrupted       lungs
                                 A loss for words.
                                          There were only honey eyes and puffy pink lips.}