if my body was a cemetery, kissing me would be like picking the lock and opening it back up. for a brief time, everything that i am – all of my memories, thoughts, feelings – goes into that one kiss. it's like i'm being opened like a book. but when it's over i'm all shut back up again, waiting to be opened once more.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíaall i know is that i love poetry and i need to express it somewhere besides a notebook. [ r.s. 2017]
