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i. Subcutaneous ii. Peaches iii. Late for Class

By Amuli MioriPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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i.

I can feel you

crawling beneath my skin.

You

know just how to

rub me the wrong way.

Scratching your nails

up my sides.

Take your hands

off of me.

This is not what I

wanted.

I don't know why

I ever thought

I might still love

You.

-

ii.

Your lips

tasted like summer.

Carefree and

sweet.

Warm peach cobbler

and cold vanilla ice cream.

But summer

always has to end.

Good.

I didn't like peaches anyway.

-

iii.

You couldn't help putting your lips

on mine.

I wish you would have just left me

alone.

You wouldn't stop

touching

me.

And you

made me late for class.

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About the Creator

Amuli Miori

I'm an 18-year-old Genderfluid baby who can't control their emotions. Most of my stories have to deal with trauma, depression, anxiety, or all three. I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading and I hope you have a lovely life, my dears.

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