I kiss temporary lips with permanence
trying to convince
them to stay.
But when they leave,
I lie,
And claim to have seen it coming.
But when they leave,
I lie,
And claim to have seen it coming.
I am incapable of forgetting.
A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat,
Of touch and moments.
I know not to look directly into eyes
for they can be blinding
but I still
Do it anyway
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