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Apr 2014
Your lips
tasted like strawberries
and salt
as they hoisted themselves from the deep and
rammed into mine.

Your lips
tightly sealed at day
never speaking
never laughing
never opening.

But at night
curfew was lifted
your lips were open to anything
cigarettes
*****
pills
tongues
*****.
Simon Obirek
Written by
Simon Obirek  Brooklyn/Denmark
(Brooklyn/Denmark)   
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