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Tanned Skin I lost my tongue Probably somewhere in your bedroom where we explored every last inch of each other For the final time. You see in my memory Our bodys were maps Indiana Jones couldn’t measure our wanderlust. I forgot my integrity I think I dropped in between the seat of your car When you first picked me up last spring. Like all of those lighters It slipped gently and quietly between the leather I misplaced my independence. It might be in a disguarded box Maybe it happened when I helped you pack moved from that apartment you loved so much on Queen. I imagine it somewhere forgotten Behind the patio furniture in your moms garage. I let go of my muse Reaching into my stomach I tore out the last remaining butterflies Opened my palms And watched them fly away Just as mesmerizing and bright as I recall when they arrived. I remember now that I lost my tongue. You did always adore the silence. It was not body's we explored that day. We discovered the end. The unfair truth. Every last inch of you. ©LKavanaugh
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC
Tan Skin
Tanned Skin I lost my tongue Probably somewhere in your bedroom where we explored every last inch of each other For the final time. You see in my memory Our bodys were maps Indiana Jones couldn’t measure our wanderlust. I forgot my integrity I think I dropped in between the seat of your car When you first picked me up last spring. Like all of those lighters It slipped gently and quietly between the leather I misplaced my independence. It might be in a disguarded box Maybe it happened when I helped you pack moved from that apartment you loved so much on Queen. I imagine it somewhere forgotten Behind the patio furniture in your moms garage. I let go of my muse Reaching into my stomach I tore out the last remaining butterflies Opened my palms And watched them fly away Just as mesmerizing and bright as I recall when they arrived. I remember now that I lost my tongue. You did always adore the silence. It was not body's we explored that day. We discovered the end. The unfair truth. Every last inch of you. ©LKavanaugh
#muse#trust#gone
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Lkavanaugh
23/F/Canada
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC
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