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  • Writer's pictureKyx

our first last time



a twitch in the corner

of your otherwise straight mouth

focused eyes that still wander

west as you face south


a slight furrow

in that immaculate brow

a hint of sorrow

beneath your silent scowl


a tiny skip in the beat

of my stone heart

when i hear your feet

even in the dark


a crook of your neck

as if to mock

when i horribly wreck

my attempt to sweet talk


a twitch in your fingers

when one unforgivable crime

makes my hand linger

then leave yours for the last time

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