every time i touch you
it feels like the last time
i'm not trying to tie you down
i found your shirt
and there's a spot on my pillow that smells like you
new but comforting
i wish you could've slept
i wish i could soothe the ghosts that move you
i suppose i can't
i'm not in love
i'm just infatuated with your lips
and how they make me smile
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