I still see glimpses of those scars
Like lingering hues smeared on a
repainted wall
I still hear reverberations of what
was our giggles
Like a song infinitely looped in my
iPod
I still smell fragments of that
bloodily addicting fragrance
As I snuggle and cuddle the sheets
that was once reeked of you
A master of pain, I am
A monster of games, you are
|Somewhere in the first half of 2016|
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