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March 16th

tracing the line

of your lip

I slip

into love

and loss

and long

to journey back

to then

the days we spent

alone

together

welded at the hip

that sweet soft lip

that one day turned

to sour

to stone

and me alone

to try to paint you

back.

 



 
 
 

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