• wiskey_heart 5w

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    In a quiet place

    In a quiet place where my soul can rest where the sand are white I feel at my best the sound of the waves reminds me of you the nights I went to bed with a red hue.
    My face still feels the warmth not of your hand but the emty bottle of whiskey that left its mark. Months after in a quiet place the mark on my face is no longer yours to place but here I sit with my feet in the sand and the mark slid directly from my cheeck to my heart.