Insecure Crush

Flames burn through her eyes as blank sheets with thoughtless words crush scattered letters on the backside of a faceless cover; seeping through the cracks of her fingertips, I cast a glance as if a suitor of a seemingly solitude space of time; tension builds to a crescendo, and I kiss her lips, shaking with terror.
AC

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