Liza Broadaway

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God, we had small pieces of heaven in our hands, torn down from the sky, together. I remember⁠— The way his lips parted on a gasp after our first kiss, the way his hands cradled my face. Waves, gentle waves, lapping against our toes. His eyes, his eyes, when he looked at me and⁠—
The Fall
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