the only thing of mine that will ever touch your lips and linger inside your head is the name seldom understood
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baby blue
Poetryupon my death, may you sprinkle my ashes on your pillow, so you can feel me in your lungs and breathe for me as I once did for you. . a collection of poems.
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the only thing of mine that will ever touch your lips and linger inside your head is the name seldom understood
