Brush Against Her

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Night’s darkness had woken her up,

A promise of rain hung in the air.

There was a taste of water,

In the back of her throat,

When all she really wanted was wine.

Every touch,

Left her bruised,

But she wouldn’t stop,

Letting the world brush against her.

 

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