Bloody lips,
Dusty fingers.
I've committed a crime
That you will never forgive me of.
But I thought of you
When it was over.
I thought of how much I will miss you.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
day 316
Bloody lips,
Dusty fingers.
I've committed a crime
That you will never forgive me of.
But I thought of you
When it was over.
I thought of how much I will miss you.
