In the heart of the city, nestled between the buildings and very little tree, was a quaint location of secret mystery known as ” The Whispering Pages.” It was a sanctuary for those who found solace in the rustle of pages and the scent of old books. I inhaled and protest these words:
As I lure you in,
Deep breaths,
Affection grew,
Wishing I knew,
More of every inch,
The touch,
The elegant essence,
I stretch my arms out for you,
To hold me and feel my embrace,
As I gaze into your eyes,
I felt at home.
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