Your breath breathed into my own
in our hometown.
And our arms embraced
almost like a tomb.
I miss your kiss
Lips encircled into mine
tongues intertwined
feeling each other's heartbeat
landmines intertwined.
You never wore lipstick
and I loved you more for that.
The taste of your breath
honest, insecure,
a dirty little brat.
This is who you are.
This is who I am.
A reality too far.
Damn, damn, damn.
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