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I haven’t felt her in 5 days, I haven’t felt how delicate the rim of her mouth feels against mine, how enticing it is to get a taste, I have to taste all of her, they way she flows through me, she’s mends all thats broken, then breaks it when she leaves, it’s only been 5 days, I miss the bitter taste, the way she makes my tongue curl up like a slug swallowing tablespoons, she pulls me in, and hangs me with the rope she yanked, scraping the bottom of the barrel, for even a scent of what will remind me of her, every taste is like losing my virginity for the last time, and she became so much more than a past-time, so much more than something to pass time, it’s been 5 days, soon to be back at the crack of the new year, she’s a constant resolution that I can’t wait to break, or is it me she can’t wait to break, she leaves a bitter taste on my mind and thoughts that flow through my veins, she’s someone I can thank, she’s someone I try so hard to forget, she dictates and mediates, a forged signature on bills passed to loved ones that I’m okay, but only for the night she’s anger, she’s happiness she paint’s crimsons kisses on my knuckles, and heals cardinal crevices in my mind, it’s only been 5 days, I’ll see you soon I’ll taste you soon
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
5 Days°
I haven’t felt her in 5 days, I haven’t felt how delicate the rim of her mouth feels against mine, how enticing it is to get a taste, I have to taste all of her, they way she flows through me, she’s mends all thats broken, then breaks it when she leaves, it’s only been 5 days, I miss the bitter taste, the way she makes my tongue curl up like a slug swallowing tablespoons, she pulls me in, and hangs me with the rope she yanked, scraping the bottom of the barrel, for even a scent of what will remind me of her, every taste is like losing my virginity for the last time, and she became so much more than a past-time, so much more than something to pass time, it’s been 5 days, soon to be back at the crack of the new year, she’s a constant resolution that I can’t wait to break, or is it me she can’t wait to break, she leaves a bitter taste on my mind and thoughts that flow through my veins, she’s someone I can thank, she’s someone I try so hard to forget, she dictates and mediates, a forged signature on bills passed to loved ones that I’m okay, but only for the night she’s anger, she’s happiness she paint’s crimsons kisses on my knuckles, and heals cardinal crevices in my mind, it’s only been 5 days, I’ll see you soon I’ll taste you soon
MitchNihilist
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
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