from hate, to love, to nothing. by contrasenses

Jan 2014

the first time you touched me
I went home and scrubbed my skin to rid your fingerprints
the last time you touched me
I couldnt stop drinking the sweet musk your embrace

sometimes I cant help but drown in the past

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contrasenses 22/F/Canada

(22/F/Canada)

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