by breathwords | May 24, 2018 | Wicked Words
I called your touch heaven, loved the way it felt as it shot through my veins. You were a scorch-light, burn bright type of blaze — the type of fire that steals your breath and leaves you drowning in the flames (I’ll never look at fire the...
by breathwords | Aug 11, 2015 | Bright Breaths
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