Poem, 11/17/19

I think spit parts more than lovers’ lips

All eyes on the spaces between

The paint melting from the walls

The liquids drip to the ground

Becoming a tease

And darling is daring when it comes to a best kept secret

And dreaming is the greatest escape

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