| By another 55-worder Submitted by kevin urenda Date: 2002 Aug 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.06.14.16.11716]] |
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Next to each other in the dark, they listened for the sound of love in the spaces between breaths they would soon be struggling to catch. The language of skin never needed translation, but when things needed to be said later in the light of day they would covet those spaces in a big way. |