Conversation to Kisses
Our cars collide, sweet cyanide, the ink that intertwines.
Chaotic impulses I shall abide, as you undress me with your eyes.
Trace my lips with your fingertips, I'm drowning in your decadence.
Over coffee, words, and cigarettes, comparing scars without regrets.
Beautiful disaster, you're my perfect waste of time.
Every second locked in a memory,
Remedies of the mind.
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