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Oct 2020
your voice traces my lips
and collarbones
whispering empty promises
of endless possibilities

but i savor the taste of it
like bottled love
dripping down my throat
and burning
warm
in the hollow pit of my stomach
alanie
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alanie  18/F/between alone and nowhere
(18/F/between alone and nowhere)   
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