I've Never Feared The Dark
1:35am. And sleep evades me once again. I’m not surprised. I’m still the Night’s concubine. I wonder, Is it because I’ve never feared the dark? Or is it because I welcome the night as an old lover? I mean, It makes sense. And let me explain why. There are two feelings I crave at this time. The first would be the contact of his lips when they find comfort in mine. I miss the way my...
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