Trailing off
Your scent continues
Sweet like pinks
Soft like blues
Astigmatism
Filled with sadness
Safely hide
Behind new glasses
Neatly kept
And always clean
Surrounded by
The finer things
Soft and supple
Lips and skin
Unlock the door
And let me in
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Author:
Cocamedo (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2024 08:28
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Comments1
Great write
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