We talk like old friends,
masking the horrid truth
that I still dream of the
psychedelic colors of you
while I paint my naked torso
over his
and
you still taste
the flavor of my fiery embers
even as you lick the flames
of hers.
Fragments
Od claudiaoverhere
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