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by dokurtybitz

Stomach churning
Aftermath,
I want to feel
Her touch,
Pulling my hair
But it’s not the
Same,
Seeing scattered strands
Trapped between my
Fingers,
I feel the acidic flop
Swallow back
To avoid
A messy vomit.

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