July 23, 2012

S E N S E S

I taste you, I taste the acid that bleeds from your veins.
I see you, I see the ripple of a past I want to forget.
I hear you, I hear every truth disguised in lies.
I smell you, I smell the scent of betrayal.
I feel you, I feel the love that you've lost forever.

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