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Last Summer

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the smell of leather and cigarettes
a memory of a drive through the rain
his black hair fell into his eyes
an almost smile playing on his lips

(a thin white dress
revealed almost more
than my imagination
could ever do)

my fingers
wanted to touch his lips
my heart was too cowardly
we drove through the rain
with my hands on my knees

(to this day
I remember
that lily of the valley fragrance
from your long blond hair)

an awkward goodbye
raindrops like diamonds
the kiss was like a promise
between the two of us

(your lips
slightly parted
still haunt me
in my dreams)


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