Faded Trek Maigic 9
Not a single speck
will remain under my skin,
go ahead love on my neck;
You’ll never again get that close.
Ghosts of the shipwreck
they should remain dead;
Long ago I cleared that deck,
I won’t walk that line again.
Been there before it’s a faded trek.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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