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Jun 2013
I’m intoxicated by your scent
I smell you on my skin
Every time I take a breathe
I inhale the aroma of your sin
I feel your fingers on my body
Your lips brushing my neck
I feel remnants of what we were
Dripping in my cold sweat
I’m drowning in this ocean
Tied down by the tension
I’m screaming for change
Just a little attention
I hear my name slip off your tongue
I see the honesty in your eyes
God you make me feel so young
This is what it must be like
To be alive

*-lf-
Leelan Farhan
Written by
Leelan Farhan  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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