Sculpture

𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

I can feel your pulse

synchronized with mine...

I'd remember those eyes

from anywhere.

 

if fear is the heart of love,

you are most terrifying...

your warmth spreads through me.

marble into skin.

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