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Dark Places

I never got a chance to look into his eyes

as he whispered sweet words into my ears,

He loved to say them in dark confined spaces

Where our hands were laced together

and our faces were tightly pressed against each other

making us blind to everything

He didn’t have to say a thing,

I could tell

This was when he loved me the most.

When I was silent

When my thoughts were stifled

When my heart was uncertain

When my body took over


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