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  • ψεύτης

    You like lying on my floor;

    you like lying

    with every breath.

    Like it’s the carbon dioxide

    to your oxygen.

    And oxygen is what I’ve lacked

    since the kiss we shared.

    But you don’t know how to share completely.

    Feelings, secrets, and nights

    are cemented and imprisoned

    in your memories.

    I will forever remember you.

    You, as you lye on my floor lying.

    by: me.

    8/10/11