Poems from mjambura

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Another young poet.
I want to put on my favorite lipstick and kiss you until it's yours too.  
They say love is using your first name in the poems that I wrote. I guess it was never love because I could hardly say your name without a...
My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin squeezing my rib cage gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints teeth...
You were an artist, your tongue the brush, my flesh the canvas, the colors of your paints changed over the course of time, from a bright...
I don't ache as much as I used to my bones are stronger and my soul is too memories don't suffocate me anymore I can think of what used...

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