Ibila

Sneaking out Driving out What we have We can’t live without Thrill Mystery Exploration Murmuration Making memories Kissing you After a long drag Of your cigarette Flavored nostalgia I could feel Smoke rushing Between lips Like a Chemical cloud Between us A wonderful Rough kiss With lethal Potential Corrupting my skin Collapsing my lungs StainingContinue reading “Ibila”

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