When our lips touched
it was as if they were
dying stars that had combusted
due to chemical imbalances
When our lips touched
it was as if an experiment had
gone wrong and the end result
was us seeing sparks fly from
our tongues and fire blazing
within our eyes
The taste of your mouth was
foreign and your breath seeped
through my skin as if it were a virus
attacking my organs
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Garden of Thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts that grow and twist themselves through my brain.