Skin
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Last published Tue, Dec 19, 2017
I fell in love
with a green-eyed gypsy.
The others had warned me
that she was only here to seize .
She dug into my pockets,
but never to look for gold -
[only warmth] simply because
her hands were trembling.
She burrowed her teeth
into my skin,
but she wasn't thirsty [for blood] -
she only wished to leave me
a souvenir.
She did, however,
steal something within my soul,
[and left] without a single trace
or even a single clue.
But i continued to fall,
wondering if she ever
fell too.
-JL
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