the smell of your cologne
still lingering around my neck
my lips run stale when
the feel of your full lips
coming back to me
and the sliver sharp thing touching
the crook of my neck
you smiled and said,
“will you still be here,
for me, loving me?”
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how to kill a soul
Poetry"... all you ever did was a lie..." © reclusives; 2014. [hr: #354 on poetry]