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Nov 2020
You
in the end
you strip me
down to bare flesh;
fake smiles drop to
the floor next
to clothes
still warm

when the morning light hits
i take in the soul
of eyes that
tell me more
than your
lips ever
could.
KieraYale
Written by
KieraYale  25/F
(25/F)   
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