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Jul 2020
His kiss,
Hot asphalt
And scorched lips
I cracked
Chapped were the definitions
And my words, fragments
Melting on the sidewalk
And I cracked
Felt myself fall apart
My soul evaporated
And my heart, home for worms
And left out, parched
Dust scattering along the asphalt
Of his name
Written by
Amanda Hawk  42/F/Seattle
(42/F/Seattle)   
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