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Mar 2020
you are
a gasp of fresh air
underneath
lips I’ve forgotten;
a kiss
departed from which
I left my heart at.
I am
the name
you sighed
as our lips met.
and yet,
as we part,
we are
words
you could never say.
a 5-part series of a style i'm exploring.
Skye
Written by
Skye  25/F/South East Asia
(25/F/South East Asia)   
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   Perry and Faizel Farzee
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