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Dec 2019
I run my fingers slowly
over the lips of another;
just to see.
But those lips
don’t brush as tenderly
against my tips
as yours did,
my original lover.
Travis Kroeker
Written by
Travis Kroeker  31/New York
(31/New York)   
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