my fingertips do not.

an excerpt from a poem about putting a stop to a relationship that hurt.

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my fingertips do not graze

your upper thigh one last time.

vices do not suffocate if you abet

so i kiss the only scare i can see

and i parachute down, remembering

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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