Library
She
sat in the library staring
through
the tinted glass windows, tarrying.
Rain
raged upon the roof and the
acoustic
clangs against metal drew her attention.
Neglecting
to notice any others, a sly hand
grasped
her arm, greedily and
eager
for her exotic, earthy flesh. The
raw,
rough skin fell to her wrist and squeezed.
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