This Mans Epitah - Poem by karen sinclair
I am so lost
In your memory
I cannot feel your scent
Know your smile
Imagine a sensual stroke of those beautiful hands
For I am lost
Slipped beneath the heavy rug of remorse
You are dead to me.
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