pressed against my side
i feel your breath against my breath
my heart quakes
and i'm lost in a labyrinth that is...
never going to unfold
so i'll bite my tongue
and bide my time
until i no longer die with the smile on your lips
or the sparkle in your eye
and your memory is nothing but the space between us.
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1 comment:
this is good.
but it is sad.
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