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Apr 2013
09
I wish that wisps of my hair still fell
Near my cheeks
And that my lips still tasted of
Raspberry summer

My eyes grow tired and I settle for
The winter to come alone
Unpack it’s bags
And fade away your kiss goodbye

My lips now taste of
Nascent dream and
Stale bread
Written by
Annie Lynge
618
   Rebecca Lawson
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