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I took to the habit of licking my lips
After you left.
They tasted like you and that was
Something I didn't want to forget.
I've never been so nervous to kiss someone
And every time I do more butterfly's escape
Their cocoons inside my stomach. The small
Smiles you give when you think I'm not
Looking are what gets me through the
Nights. Your arms tangled in mine and my
Hand in yours there's no place else I should
Be.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2016
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