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Feb 19
What a pretty face
One that I long for
One that I could trace
Deep into my pores

What a tired face
With eyes like fire
I send my 1 A embrace
With the lips of a liar

Only in shallow
Do I remark
The many hallows
We used to haunt

Because you were always uncomfortable
My eyes were always red and full
I stared you down like hunter's meat
Lusting over words I couldn't keep
I just want to go back, so so back.
Written by
McKinley Flynt  16/M/Alabama, U.S.A.
(16/M/Alabama, U.S.A.)   
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   SableNocturne
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