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The friction within a tender caress, holds the key to a chest of treasures.
One filled with letters describing each moment, scribbled in ink the prose electric.
Some torn open in a caught breath, some carefully unfolded with a touch.
Each stroke written in the heart, the message takes prominence.
About the Creator
Aissa Martell
Writing my wonderings for my sanity and for a living. Professional freelance writer, award winning screenwriter, international playwright.
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