I remember cigarette smiles and the chlorine scent that lingered on our bed back at the motel. We'd been driving around town for hours when the rain worsened the traffic. You said we better spend the night at the motel so we can rest. But the only rest I had then was when you were on top of me.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
