after thoughts

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Breath that smelled of kahlua and cigarettes, his bright eyes, and soft flesh, fingertips twirling in strands of thick hair, exhales soft, growing with sleep, bodys tangled between hotel sheets,
When you're here it's never for long enough. I always forget the little things Like how amazing you are, how much you mean to me, and how you make me feel But also, How you're always late.  
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