your voice traces my lips
and collarbones
whispering empty promises
of endless possibilities
but i savor the taste of it
like bottled love
dripping down my throat
and burning
warm
in the hollow pit of my stomach
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC
your voice traces my lips
and collarbones
whispering empty promises
of endless possibilities
but i savor the taste of it
like bottled love
dripping down my throat
and burning
warm
in the hollow pit of my stomach
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