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6 years ago
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they were all desperate
to light your cigarette
only seventeen years old
but lips leafed in gold
I stopped believing in god
the moment I saw you,
you sepia-toned haunted ghost
you keyed the words
of your own stolen bible
on the edge of my tongue
your eyes were a pool of dusk
where I saw shadow puppets
dancing on candlelight
rose-pricked skin
and I had only ever seen
the rosy dawn
that never dared to kiss me
at the end of the night
you’d be gone in the morning,
and I’d still feel you
against my skin
as if you had been
my very own
living nightmare
as if you had said the things
you had never thought
never said
but that I had always longed
to hear.
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