My arms were supposed to be solace, gathering her soft flesh and salty tears. But she couldn’t feel my warmth. The cold from her pain was deeper than my reach.
Empty Touch
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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels. I am; brutally honest, a connoisseur of stand-up comedy, the eldest child, an aware procrastinator, semi-sweet, easily excitable, a lover of music, late to most events, but most of all. myself without apology. View all posts by Amber💘
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