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Feb 2013
i could taste it on your
lips as you promised me that
i was the only one
i could feel it on your
skin
the thick film of dirt she left behind
i could smell her perfume on your
wrinkled shirt with the red lipstick stain
on your collar
but what I could not tell was why
Cheyenne Majors
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