you collapsed
interlocked with me,
half-painted on my skin
if my body was a vast country on a map
then yours would be
the sprawling ocean
i can't get your smell out of my mind it
lingers on my memories and
became encrypted onto my senses somehow and
yours is the softest touch and
the salt of your skin is the purest taste
no i'm not a love poet
or at least
i didn't used to be
we're always changing though i suppose
sup
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You're a lover. You always were. Being tough doesn't make you heartless.
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