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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Even When You're Gone

I can feel your lips on mine
A constant pressure
Almost a soreness

I can feel your tongue in my mouth
Adding flavor
Dancing with mine

I can smell you on my shirt
You're still with me
Even when you're gone
Posted by Trista Kaylen Tancredo at 5:53 PM

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