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Nov 2016
Baby eyes, porcelain minds
To my flesh, your memories bind
Of how your lips, your lips so sweet
So softly, with my neck they meet
And your body, pressed to me
The puzzle piece, how I see

And your breath, that bitter smoke
My sombre pretty heart, that you broke

Is this love, your tainted question?
Written by
Katarina
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