I can still taste your love on my soul..as much as I try to forget.you creep back in… as much of the detail I try to hold onto even In. Between the indiscretions you nicknamed love or thought or feeling or whatever they were at the time. I thought I..u..we were different we existed in a odd space that never needed anything except our energy we were…
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