i can still feel the faint heat of your lips (smoke is rolling
like fog over the hills)
oxygen is pushing its way into my lungs
did you mean to do it? (every inch of my body
the ghost of your touch still bruises my skin
as you push your way through the crowds
am i falling apart?
your scent lingers in the air
like the cold on an early spring night (shadows are playing
in the sunlight)
is this what the end feels like?
there's nothing more to remember you by
i'm flawless now
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