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Oct 17
I scrubbed or at least tried to
every layer of skin he touched or weirdly rubbed
scrapping my lips into the colour they used to be when you kissed me
and I sat in the bathtub
having scrapped my tongue to a lovely red
knowing it wouldn’t have happened if I was with you
but I’m not yours anymore, am i?
apparently ‘just coffee’ wasn’t ‘just’ coffee
caity
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       aha, BipolarBear, Carlo C Gomez and Drab
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