I still dream about you and the life we could’ve had.
I wake with frustration willing your face to haunt me less.
Still you appear every night, your beautiful brown eyes
Loving me the way you used to.
Stop haunting me, Gray.
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See AllI wanted to devour you, While he breached our inviting walls. It was empowering. The two of you, feeding my calls.
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