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Spring

There was something in her voice, somewhat delicate and rebellious at the same time, there was something in her voice that scratched against my skin, like screaming chalk over a blackboard, smoke signals into the night, something in her voice’s darkness, alluring and melancholy, a caress that unpacked forgotten memories, a longing that turned toward my heart, some stranger looked deeply into my eyes and asked: what is it you really want? Come here! Her voice whispered, so innocent, so […]

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