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Aug 2015
My brain is a clock.
tick tock
Since the last time we spoke,
Since that time your laughter colored the air and my cheeks a pretty pink.
tick tock
Since the last time your hand found its way into mine,
Since that time your tender touch cleansed each pore of my skin.
tick tock
Since the last time your body shocked mine into euphoria,
Since that time your warm mouth proved to be the key to my pleasure.
tick tock
Since the last time I looked into your eyes and found my home,
Since that time I saw your smile and knew I would never need another.
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
The hands in my mind have counted
Each agonizing second since you left.
LadyBird
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LadyBird
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