" I'm worried, we're getting too close, too quickly". These were the lines that you utterred a while ago. I was looking at your seraphic lips as they open, letting those words to come, one by one. My mind went blank as my tounge cooperated to ossify. I was lying in your sinewy arms, fondling your hairs that are almost sticking unto your scalp. " I need to release you, someday. I don't wan't to hurt you. You would be hurt more, if we'll stay together longer. " ...
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