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Oct 2018
my lips still feel the saltiness
after mumbling your name
and I still cannot swallow the words
with water freezing in my lungs
my skin burns from your touch
and blood is boiling in my veins
soon, I will be nothing more than a tinge
and you will lay me on your tongue

tell me,
what does my love taste like to you
going round in circles
Marzia
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Marzia  20/F
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