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Her Third Eye

My breath sharp erratic inhales are deep as a trench others shatter down my throat fractured into broken gasps of air. My eyes are drawn to her like a magnet to a beam of steel as much as I try to pull away my gaze always slides back. My lips are dry imagining the sensation of her lips melting into mine.

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