Flowers in your beard,
your arms around me,
the way you looked when
you fucked me...
Those are the memories I own.
The taste of your smile,
like a slice of the sun,
dimpled perfection...
Those are the things I miss most.
Tears and burnt love letters,
the snarl of your anger,
spitting venom...
Those are the things I remember.
your arms around me,
the way you looked when
you fucked me...
Those are the memories I own.
The taste of your smile,
like a slice of the sun,
dimpled perfection...
Those are the things I miss most.
Tears and burnt love letters,
the snarl of your anger,
spitting venom...
Those are the things I remember.
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