Everything about you reminded me of that summer
in Montpellier, the way your fingers curled
around cigarettes, delicate and foreign
and the way you ate strawberries, juice staining your lips
just a little bit sweet and pink.
Everything about you reminded me of that summer
in Montpellier, the way your fingers curled
around cigarettes, delicate and foreign
and the way you ate strawberries, juice staining your lips
just a little bit sweet and pink.
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