touch your lips against mine.
like how you touch the rim of glass to drink wine.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
16 words story
touch your lips against mine.
like how you touch the rim of glass to drink wine.
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