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Annie Lynge Apr 2013
09
I wish that wisps of my hair still fell
Near my cheeks
And that my lips still tasted of
Raspberry summer

My eyes grow tired and I settle for
The winter to come alone
Unpack it’s bags
And fade away your kiss goodbye

My lips now taste of
Nascent dream and
Stale bread

— The End —