my tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent.

it's been years, you know. it's been years since your gentle face lay beneath my fingertips. years since you held me. it's been years since we fell asleep in eachother's arms. fucking years since we've made eye contact. years.. i don't remember your smell. i don't remember your taste, or how it felt to have your hands around my waist. i don't remember most of what was said.. i remember our goodbye.
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