Forbidden Fruit
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rebelbeatnik
rebelbeatnik Writing keeps me grounded
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Forbidden Fruit

One touch; light as a feather. Yet, a grip as powerful as steel. The hands around my neck. The thoughts that never leave my head.

How can the feeling, of just a simple thought, be so desiring, yet so deterring. It's something I want, that I can never have. Like the glimpse of sun in the darkest winter day. That warm feeling, that so rarely occurs.

I search, but I never find; because good is gone. Lost, like my favorite pair of lingerie. Whatever about that, that made me feel so good about myself, even though I knew, it never mattered.

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