raspberry swirl (goth mix)

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too many evenings in your arms

that don't exist

i melt into you

day after day it grows into something we

can't admit

one last kiss goodnight

so close i can feel the heat from your body

Author's Notes/Comments: 

too bad i can't write anything longer than this anymore

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Marianne Chrisos's picture

this is so great. really. the title, the poem, everything.