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Jun 2013
I spent a summer worrying about the cause and effect
of your upcoming 6 month Tour.
Worrying myself over the image of your body lying
in a coffin instead of in the space in my bed beside me.

The taste of your gunmetal lips quickly became the
favorite flavor of my summer,
and I found myself thinking more about the ways in which
I would miss the shape of your mouth and the dip
in your top lip
than I did savoring the taste of your kiss
and the feel of your cupid bow.
Carmen Noir
Written by
Carmen Noir  England, UK
(England, UK)   
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   ---, Shashank Virkud and Eilish
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