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A Memory Of Her LipsEverywhere I look;A Memory Of Her Lips
I see her shadow, I see a shell; A memory of her lips; Slivers of momentary hell; And I can't forget her taste; Like a ripened fruit, so sweet; And I wither into waste; Knowing someone else indulges-- Holding hands, locking eyes; Sliding sweetly between her thighs; To know the sentiment is gone; Like a charming mask of snow; Embracing earth, however warm; Only to be rejected; Of its solitary gift; The only one it bares; The only one it can; And swept away by dawn.
by ~XMurderPoetX
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