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Dec 2013
I inhale the faint smell of menthols and cheap cologne
I want to trace every ridge
Curve
And bump
Of your body
With my lips
Scratches chalk outline your back
Leaving red lines that mark my trust
When tears of passion
Fall from my pores
Just know
When you're in me
You're inside my head too
From late August.
Hayley Schiete
Written by
Hayley Schiete  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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