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Sep 2013
Your hand
fits around my neck
perfectly

your lips
fit my mouth
like a glove

I can still see what you left
the bruise around
my neck

and I can still taste
the poison
you left behind on my lips
Samantha Steele
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Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
(The Dirty South)   
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