In your arms, your soul
You longed to be, my kiss
Your lips, a twirl that got me
Now just a fist...
Like a stone, you got me
And I you, your hemingway
My Frida Kahlo, fuck now
Now I know...
Like a soul without a key
Your stutter my misery, silently
Drifting into my mind again
So tight...
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