For her, and all like her...
And now I feel disgusted.
At that every kiss.
Every hug.
That we shared.At your every touch ,now I snare.
I feel disgusted that I ever cared…
I feel polluted.
Drowning in your love.
Floating in your hands.
Every scar that u gifted.At your smell, now I gasp.
I feel polluted that I wasn't your
last.
And now I’m scarred.
With your memories.
Souvenirs from our
meetings.
Every token of love.Now I burn.
I feel scarred that for you, once I
yearned.
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