I Threw Away My Journal, 2005
A cleansing of the palate
Between the courses of my heart
Your smell would linger through those pages
The sweet and sour tase of our love
Devouring me, tainting all that came after.
But our time had passed,
And although I still long
To fill my senses with you,
With us,
I had to move on
Or starve.
B.F.F.
for Becky
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