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She sits Watching the willow trees Dance on the breath that speaks to her Pushing her thinningface onto the smudged glass The only thing tha..

Call me baby again I like how it sounds coming from your mouth Forget that I’m not yours and this is false Comfort and closeness Just ..

Even the woods can’t calm my thoughts This time…. The nervous bubbles I feel inching Throughout my body Little fum..

I can’t welcome you back into my life You are wild Like a pack of wolves Reckless and free You were a splinter of my past Wh..

The idea to see you again Was mouth watering Face from the past A friend Even though I always wanted more… Always I remember our long t..

I think about this one kiss In the crowded space of your Mother’s duplex The hardwood floors sprinkled with dust You kissed me ..

My lips you crave… You say… But not to kiss My fingers you ask for But not for touch. You beg me to please you But do NOTHING t..

My eyes are wandering Over your face Circling your dimples Traveling down your arms Until you catch me Giving methat simple smi..

I think you owed me At least a goodbye After all of our years deep kisses and our I love you’s in the dark I think you could h..

This will be the last time you grace my pages As soon as I get it out of me. Clear my system of your scent I will never write your name again.