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the sweet perfume
that hangs behind
makes me miss
your young skinthe vast bed
that was left unkempt
reminds me
of last night's reveriethe smeared lipstick
on my sore lips
fails to make me
relax and complacentthe distance between us
so far yet so near
leave her for me
i don't wanna stay temporary~=°•°=~
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-