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I love it when a man leaves behind a memento. A mark, a smell, hair. When I noticed the little spot on my neck, I was transported to the memory of your warm lips on my sensitive neck. Love it, miss you, need more. Damn, why can’t I rewind to last night. Thanks.


When you fall asleep
next to her
I hope you are haunted
by the way the moonlight
kissed my cheekbones
and melted in my hair
that August night.
I hope you remember
the way it sunk into my skin
like buried treasure,
the way it painted me
in the color of the stars.

I hope you awaken
right before…


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