how it would explode spontaneously
everything seems to linger
the smell of my neck on your breath
the imprint your kisses leave on my skeleton like fingerprints
each one seems original in the same way
leaves the same kind of taste behind
the kind that gets stuck on the back of your tongue
like toothpaste
how in changes the way the world feels, looks, tastes
you have that kind of affect
i guess
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