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Jun 2016
your breath
on my skin
shatters me to pieces

I, as a whole
am gone
you've broken me
then look upon the mess of me
with a satisfied grin

as you turn to walk away
i know i won't be coupled
until the next time we meet...

...maybe.
susan
Written by
susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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     Eudora, ---, naΗ§Γ­, --- and ---
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