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My body and yours
you didnt crave it
the laughs we shared
you didnt save them
your kindest smile
ive forgotten
your softest touch
foreign to me
the first to kiss my ****** lips
the last that i will taste them
the moment, the place, the heart, my grace
in my brain i will save them
You sit in your chair
a record plays in the background
and I know what you're thinking.
You are silent, but your body is screaming.

Your hands folded across your chest,
chin tilted downward.
Your eyes don't meet mine,
but I can see the storm within them.

Your mind is a battlefield
where weapons clash and martyrs fall
you convince yourself
that you are alone
even though I am close enough to touch you.

— The End —