somehow you have left me
yet not left at all.
the taste of you lingers
achingly
on my lips
there are angry bits of you,
torn away in childish haste,
left buried under my fingernails.
you have left me hungry
stained.
yet not left at all.
the taste of you lingers
achingly
on my lips
there are angry bits of you,
torn away in childish haste,
left buried under my fingernails.
you have left me hungry
stained.
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