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senses Category: Poems
guitar chords that smell like your skin strum in my ears
while i run for my life. beads of sweat and streams of tears roll down my cheeks it tastes like you, sweet and green Bittersweetly boyish. Strong arms embracing around my waist, no Hands in my hair, no- Hot breath on my neck NO and as my legs give out i collapse onto the damp blacktop under the streetlight in the alley that i convinced you to stay alive in. the gravel stirred up on the road digs into my kneecaps but that doesn’t matter you fill my senses you make me whole and no matter how fast i run from you it seems you always run faster
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