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Feb 2016
Your tongue was sharp and never hesitant, you inflicted pain but more than anything I missed you. I missed you but I didn't know why, you were amongst the worst of them all and yet somehow every ounce of me yearned for you. The nape of my neck missed the way you’d cradle my head, my fingers missed the way you’d entangle yours in mine, my eyes missed sapphires staring back, I missed the rasp in your voice when you woke up in the morning the way everything sounded sweeter through the slight movements of your lips. Maybe deep down the smoke that filled the kitchen when you’d light up a cigarette offered feelings of comfort for me. Comfort in the fact that for the time being everything I was feeling was real you were there with me and the musk that filled the space between us proved it to be true.
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