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Nov 2014
heart beat racing
searing hot blood
to the tips of my fingers
that trace circles on your back
and yours that are
intertwined violently
beautifully
running through my hair
the weight of a kiss
that burns holes through
my body
and steals the breath
from my blackened lungs
you were a stranger
but that night
i drowned my inhibitions
in whiskey
and you became
briefly
the sun
About someone who mattered for less than a day.
kennedy
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kennedy
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