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Her smell lingers in me, Her smile in my head, As her eyes stared, At my reflection on her coffee, Her eyes with mirth, And her sigh in gladness, Crawling into my skin, As I stare in the darkness.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
Late bloomer
Her smell lingers in me, Her smile in my head, As her eyes stared, At my reflection on her coffee, Her eyes with mirth, And her sigh in gladness, Crawling into my skin, As I stare in the darkness.
Regrets of love--are the worst.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
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