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Poetic T Oct 2019
You were my suffocation,
   but I didn't mind

                    your fingers over

my mouth.


I  still licked your fingers
              through my teeth.


asphyxiation delusions,
                               but I tasted you,
              which was taster than breath.

I'll suffocate for you, even though i cant inhale.

exhaling is temporary,
                    but I'll always breath you inward.

— The End —