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i try to see passed the ***** glass that blocks my eyes i end up focusing on the tiny, scattered particles the smear of someone else's face oils reminds me that at one moment someone cared enough to kiss me i use my shirt and the warmth of my breath to wipe away the smudged memories i can see again but when my vision becomes blurred again it wont be because of you
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 3:27 AM UTC
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i try to see passed the ***** glass that blocks my eyes i end up focusing on the tiny, scattered particles the smear of someone else's face oils reminds me that at one moment someone cared enough to kiss me i use my shirt and the warmth of my breath to wipe away the smudged memories i can see again but when my vision becomes blurred again it wont be because of you
anyone else just never take their glasses off when they are kissing someone and then later you realize that you can hardly see?
theowlycat
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 3:27 AM UTC
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