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Mar 2017
I imagine her lips as they brush mine, impulses running down my spine.
My hands on her hips wrapping around her back in that faded denim jacket she adored.
Memories of her kissing my neck
When we said goodbye, I didn't want to leave you, I said "baby, please don't let me hurt you."
You hugged me so tight in this foreign dream

She is a flower
The most beautiful daisy in a meadow miles long
She caught my eye and we were floating through the sky over mountains of Mexico, covered with silver and gems but I only adored her
Then we said goodbye
I walked on the plane with a sorrowful face knowing it wouldn't be for a long while that I'd touch her skin again, so I memorized the sweet green veins on the back of her hands, and I loved her. Oh my god, I loved her.
When we said goodbye, I didn't want to leave you, I thought, "baby, please don't let me hurt you."
You hugged me so tight, and I remember those kisses on my neck the night before.
I turned away and I'll never forget this foreign dream.
June 21st, 2016 - 15:04
Violet Rose
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