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Jul 2012
I still taste your sweat on my lips
I still feel your soft skin on my palms
I still smell your scent on the sheets I once slept in
I still hear your sharp words cutting through my ears
I still see your ice cold eyes looking back into mine

I still taste your mouth against mine
I still feel your coarse hair in my fists
I still smell your sleeping body beneath my cheek
I still hear your heart beating into my head
I still see your ice cold eyes looking back into mine
Written by
Eliana Liss
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