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Flimsy whisper of Love

Lubna Irfan

The salt of your lips still tickles the skin beneath my ear
And I can still feel you full inside my mouth
A whisper of flimsy fume
A dust of broken skin
A lie
There is no direction or depth
Just unending lines 
Hanging in an indefinite plane
Pointing in all directions and none...

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