Teardrop Shapes

The way you look
On top of me
You’re my nicotine

It’s dim inside
But your shapes
Stand out

You’re all the feeling
I’m feeling
Experience itself

Teardrop hips
And narrow lines

When you rise
And stretch above me

I can feel
The scars

On your back
From when

You had wings

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