I've smoked my lungs out to the memories of the nights
We were left breathless
Swimming between each other's bones
Limbs,hearts and lips
A series of twisted ferns
a/n
a series of notes from a familiar piano and a warm cup of coffee can heal about almost anything
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
