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if these lines could speak...

glitters come and go
through the thrust of a breath...

sleepless nights only embrace the idea
that i too know what its like to live under a...

i smelled like clean crisp pine trees
and she was my forest fire...

a shower comes once in a full moon
where an eclipse can show itself...

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laid across floors that bind...

there are letters i left on my envelope
where you kissed your scarlet lip stick...

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droplets...

i was undeserving of her touch
as her life was a grand oasis...

and weighs waste to the air
as you can still smell its epicenter...

she crawled like a myriad of bugs
across my skin, biting with her beaks...

i seemed to like it.
the way you looked away from me...