*coughs*

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Well

Here we are again

Talking face to face

Lips to lips

Body to body

I feel your warm breath traveling down my neck

Where will your lips stop?

I don't know yet

It seems crazy

The night we met

Was a blur of colors...

Yet very passionate

I missed the way...

We used to be

Confused and young

Wild and free

Fingers and toes

Hands and knees

I wish we could

Be what we wanna be...



















I'm such a shitty poet *coughs* and I'm sick so bam



















I'll make more stuff just wait *dabs*

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