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Desperate Love
"He remembered her eyes the most. Deep, dark yet you felt comfortable in its darkness like a gentle sleep. She had full red lips and soft cheeks; he’d cup her face and kiss her gently. He could hold her tight and their bodies moulded perfectly. As her favourite Taylor Swift song went You belong with me and they did together. But he only could ruminate over her soul now, she slept with angels now, his soul burnt with the fires of hell...or just scotch"