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Jun 2016
As he remembers what it felt like to be vulnerable
as he used to come and visit
as he'd kiss her shoulder and run his fingers along her back
as he wiped the make up off her face
as they'd forget the world inside of her room
as she told him it couldn't be anything more
as the visits would cease
as he'd get drunk and rue
as his thoughts would battle between bitterness and nostalgia
as she forgets entirely
as a flame evaporates into a wisp of smoke
until no one knows it was ever there
Kiefer T Fuller
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Kiefer T Fuller
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