Poindexter, Christopher

240 – “I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.”

Christopher Poindexter


“It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.”

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