Sickeningly sweet flowery odour fills my lungs
My blood flows to my thighs
while your gaze lies on my hurting face
Sweaty shirt stick to my surface in lieu of your hands
"I suppose we will see later?"
I don´t think so.
If I didn´t get anything from you,
I still had few new bittersweet rhymes
like I didn´t have them already too much
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