anyone’s for the keeping.
he presses a
two-minute-old
cigarette to the
nape of my
neck to re-
mind me he
thinks that
i am at his
fingertips.
sometimes,
i snicker at
he presses a
two-minute-old
cigarette to the
nape of my
neck to re-
mind me he
thinks that
i am at his
fingertips.
sometimes,
i snicker at
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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡
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