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Jul 2016
My last time with you
I put my lips
On your shoulder.

I wasn't thinking.
I wanted to bring you close,
You were crying.

So I brought my lips
To your shoulder.
And I opened up
To your skin.

And I was so involved
In everything that
You were.

My mouth.
Your shoulder.
My lips.
Your skin.

You will never
Leave
My mind.

I wouldn't have it any other way.
This has never happened before. I can breathe.
rootsbudsflowers
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rootsbudsflowers  23/F
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