PoeticBiscuit

Toxic Memories

The memories they linger like the smell of gasoline,

Bad for my body yet I can’t help but breathe..

A slave to your toxic kiss,

addict to the pain laced on your lips,

We found perfection while looking through a broken mirror.



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