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Mar 2018
when was the last time you crooned soft words into my mouth
half whisper half hiccup
every word a sigh and a promise with your lips trembling?
you have stopped feeding me your sweet words
with the roll of your tongue to mine-
electricity to live-wire.

now, your teeth to my pulse,
you stay silent.
now, with your mouth to my neck,
i wonder if you're feeling for a heartbeat
or for weakness.
there was a time when there was a difference between the two.
Nahida
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Nahida  18/F
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   n stiles carmona
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