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I can still taste his kiss on my lips.
It left such a surprising mark
on my rose colored lips.
I can still hear his voice
calling out my name
but not that it matters
when your stuck getting dressed
in front of the mirror.
But you can only see the things
that you wanted to see.
I can taste him in my mouth
as I trace my lips with my finger.
Not that it matters now
that he’s around to watch me
slowly get dressed.