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May 2012
Clothes sticking to our skin
Hearts drenched with sin
The flies buzzed in my ears
A wrench thrown in the gears
Your eyes glisten with LoveLust
And we displace the dust
Lingering in our old hotel room
I watch your eyes bloom
Old memories of the distant past
I wonder how long it can last
Replaying scenes from an old flick
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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